"You
could do anything with men."
She tried to smile. "But I don't want to. Women--good women--don't like to
play with fire. It's only adventuresses who dare to face danger.... But
let's talk about Arizona. How good it will be to get out of this hothouse
of the East, and see real people--real flesh-and-blood men and women."
"Yes. The folks down there know more about life in a day than we do in all
our pitiful lives. You've got to live close to nature to understand human
nature. Simple, isn't it?"
"Very. We're all so false up here. I get so tired of it, Morgan. Maybe down
there we'll come to a better understanding of each other. Maybe...."
"That's what I was hoping. So you'd like to go--really?"
"Yes, indeed. It'll be hot, that's all. But I won't mind that. Anything to
get away for awhile."
Two days later they had started. The land was green with early summer, in
that rich fullness which makes the heart almost sick with ecstasy. The
farther west they went, the wilder the country grew; and when they finally
dipped down into Arizona, Lucia looked from the train window, her face
alight with joy. Such scenic variety she had never dreamed of. One moment
they were looking at the wonderful mesas and superb canyons; the next they
seemed to pass through dry gullies and great shallow basins.
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