"If the people had come after us according to the directions
we left, there'd have been quite a different story!" said Terry.
We found out later why no reserve party had arrived. All our careful
directions had been destroyed in a fire. We might have all died there
and no one at home have ever known our whereabouts.
Terry was under guard now, all the time, known as unsafe,
convicted of what was to them an unpardonable sin.
He laughed at their chill horror. "Parcel of old maids!" he
called them. "They're all old maids--children or not. They don't
know the first thing about Sex."
When Terry said SEX, sex with a very large _S_, he meant
the male sex, naturally; its special values, its profound conviction of
being "the life force," its cheerful ignoring of the true life process,
and its interpretation of the other sex solely from its own point of view.
I had learned to see these things very differently since living
with Ellador; and as for Jeff, he was so thoroughly Herlandized that
he wasn't fair to Terry, who fretted sharply in his new restraint.
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