"Don't talk about that sort of person at all just now, unless you want to." "I must tell you why I dislike him so much," she insisted.

"It is because he once tried to kiss me." "Was that so terrible a sin ?" he asked, a little thickly.
She smiled up at him with the candour of a child.
"To me it was," she acknowledged, "because it was just the casual caress of a man seeking for a momentary emotion.

Sometimes you have wondered--or you have looked as though you were wondering--what my ideas about men and women and the future and the marriage laws, and all that sort of thing really are.

Perhaps I haven't altogether made up my mind myself, but I do know this, because it is part of myself and my life.
The one desire I have is for children--sons for the State, or daughters who may bear sons.

There isn't anything else which it is worth while for a woman thinking about for a moment.