Life is a
battle in which few men win and many are defeated and in which hate and
fear play their part with love and generosity. These heavy-featured young
men are a part of the world as men have made it. Why this protest against
their fate when we are all of us making more and more of them with every
turn of the clock?"
During the next year, after the fiasco of the settlement house class, Sam
found himself drifting more and more rapidly away from Sue and her new
viewpoint of life. The growing gulf between them showed itself in a
thousand little household acts and impulses, and every time he looked at
her he thought her more apart from him and less a part of the real life
that went on within him. In the old days there had been something intimate
and familiar in her person and in her presence. She had seemed like a part
of him, like the room in which he slept or the coat he wore on his back,
and he had looked into her eyes as thoughtlessly and with as little fear
of what he might find there as he looked at his own hands. Now when his
eyes met hers they dropped, and one or the other of them began talking
hurriedly like a person who has a consciousness of something he must
conceal.
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