That's why I can never quite forgive George Eliot--who knew
the truth, and found freedom for herself, and practised it in her
life--for upholding in her books the conventional lies, the
conventional prejudices; and that's why I can never admire Shelley
enough, who, in an age of slavery, refused to abjure or to deny his
freedom, but acted unto death to the full height of his principles."
The benevolent-looking clergyman gazed aghast at Herminia. Then he
turned slowly to Alan. "Your wife," he said in a mild and
terrified voice, "is a VERY advanced lady."
Herminia longed to blurt out the whole simple truth. "I am NOT his
wife. I am not, and could never be wife or slave to any man. This
is a very dear friend, and he and I are travelling as friends
together." But a warning glance from Alan made her hold her peace
with difficulty and acquiesce as best she might in the virtual
deception. Still, the incident went to her heart, and made her
more anxious than ever to declare her convictions and her practical
obedience to them openly before the world.
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