Then she said: "Doubtless some women like that sort of thing, or it would perish, but I don't like to be treated like a woman--a she-creature.

I like to be thought of as a human being with a soul." She shuddered and continued: "But the soul doesn't enter even remotely into his scheme of things.

We are just bodies." The Barclays did not stay late at the Culpeppers' that night, but took the proofs at early bedtime and went down the hill.

An hour later they heard Molly Culpepper and Brownwell loitering along the sidewalk.
Brownwell was saying:-- "Ah, but you, Miss Molly, you are like the moon, for-- "'The moon looks on many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this.' "And I--I am--" The Barclays did not hear what he was; however, they guessed, and they guessed correctly--so far as that goes.

But Molly Culpepper did hear what he was and what he had been and what he would be, and the more she parried him, the closer he came.