"I don't know much about anything, but, thinking as clearly

and as impersonally as it is in me to think, I begin to

believe that divorce, far from deserving the stigma attached

to it, is a step forward in civilisation.

"Perhaps it may be only a temporary substitute for something

better--say for more wholesome and more honest social

conditions where the proposition for mating and the selection

of a mate may lie as freely with your sex as with mine.

"Until then I know of nothing more honest and more sensible

than to undo the wrong that ignorance and inexperience has

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accomplished. No woman's moral or spiritual salvation is

dependent upon her wearing the fetters of a marriage

abhorred. Such a stupid sacrifice is unthinkable to modesty

and decency, and is repulsive to common sense. And any god

who is supposed to demand that of humanity is not the true

God, but is as grotesque and false as any African idol or any

deity ever worshipped by Puritan or Pagan or by any orthodox

assassin of free minds since the first murder was perpetrated

on account of creed.

"You are entitled to divorce. I don't know whether I am or

not, having done this thing. Nobody likes to endure unhappy

consequences. I don't. But it was my own doing and I have no

ground for complaint.

"You, however, have. You ought to be free of me. Of course,

I'd be very glad to have my freedom; I shall not lie about

it; but the difference is that you deserve yours and I don't.

But I'll be very grateful if you care to give it to me.

"Don't write any more bitterly than you can help. I don't

believe it really affords you any satisfaction; and it

depresses me more than you could realise. I know only too

well what I have been and wherein I have failed so miserably.

Let me forget it whenever I can, Winifred. And if, for me,

there remains any chance, any outlook, be generous enough to

let me try to take it.

"Your husband,

"C. BAILEY."

The consequences of this letter did not seem to be very fortunate.

There came a letter from her so bitter and menacing that a cleverer

man might have read in it enough of menace between the lines to

forearm him with caution at least.

But Clive merely read it once and destroyed it and tried to forget it.

* * * * *

It was not until some time afterward that, gradually, some instinct in

him awoke suspicion. But for a long while he was not perfectly sure

that he was being followed.




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