"We talked about politics. He told me what he had done for the poor
somewhere. I asked him all sorts of questions. He told me about his own
life. The day before yesterday, after the storm, he came in to see me.
It happened then, quite suddenly. He kissed me. I don't know why." As
she spoke she grew flushed. "I was a good deal excited," she continued.
"But I didn't mind till afterwards; when--" she paused, and saw the
figure of the bloated little man again--"I became terrified."
From the look in her eyes it was evident she was again terrified. Helen
was really at a loss what to say. From the little she knew of Rachel's
upbringing she supposed that she had been kept entirely ignorant as
to the relations of men with women. With a shyness which she felt with
women and not with men she did not like to explain simply what these
are. Therefore she took the other course and belittled the whole affair.
"Oh, well," she said, "He was a silly creature, and if I were you, I'd
think no more about it."
"No," said Rachel, sitting bolt upright, "I shan't do that. I shall
think about it all day and all night until I find out exactly what it
does mean."
"Don't you ever read?" Helen asked tentatively.
"_Cowper's_ _Letters_--that kind of thing. Father gets them for me or my
Aunts."
Helen could hardly restrain herself from saying out loud what she
thought of a man who brought up his daughter so that at the age of
twenty-four she scarcely knew that men desired women and was terrified
by a kiss.
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