I've got my own share of original sin, of course, but here it doesn't seem to come in; and as for you, the very idea of _you_ imagining yourself a feminine edition of the Serpent in Eden.

Nonsense!" She got up out of her chair and, leaning over his, put her arm round his shoulder.

Then she said very softly: "I see you understand what I mean, Lenox.

That's just it--original sin.
It doesn't matter how good you think me or I think you, but we have it.
You're an Earth-born man and I'm an Earth-born woman, and, as I'm your wife, I can say it plainly.

We may think a good bit of each other, but that's no reason why we might not be a couple of plague-spots in a sinless world like this.