"It's all stuff and nonsense, these hifaluting radical theories. There's
never been a fairer distribution of property and there's never going to
be."
They rode in silence under the flowering locust-trees in the single
street, and then, crossing the grassy common, cantered between two
ripening fields of oats, and turned into the leafy freshness of the
Applegate road. The sun was high, but the long, still shadows had begun
to slant from the west, and the silence was brooding in a mellow light
over the distance.
"I don't know what we're coming to," said Gay at last, when they had
ridden a mile or two without speaking. What he really meant, though
he did not say it, was, "I don't know why in the devil's name you keep
thinking about that fellow?"
Though his own emotions were superior to reason, he was vaguely
irritated because Molly had allowed hers, even in a small matter, to
assert such a supremacy. He was accustomed to speak carelessly of
woman as "an emotional being," yet this did not prevent his feeling an
indignant surprise when woman, as occasionally happened, illustrated the
truth of his inherited generalization.
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