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home at night hated her, hated the way she had
coarsened and grown heavy, was repelled by her
bleached hair, her too big breasts, her lack of sym-
pathy with his work as an organizer. He would
compare hef to the young, firm-breasted, full-
lipped little Jewess that had spoken at the meeting
that evening. It was good. It was, it could be easily,
terrific, and it was true. He had seen, in a flash of
perception, the whole inner life of that type of

Her early indifference to her husband's caresses*
Her desire for children and security. Her lack of
sympathy with her husband's aims. Her sad
attempts to simulate an interest in the sexual act
that had become actually repugnant to her. It
would be a fine chapter.

The woman he had seen was Harry Morgan's
wife, Marie, on her way home from the sheriff's