"No—no." She could feel herself making it out more and more. Flash after flash. Till she knew him. She knew Mark.
"You had to. To get away from her, to get away from her sweetness and gentleness so that you could be yourself; so that you could be a man."
She had a tremendous flash.
"You haven't got away altogether. Half of you still sticks. It'll never get away…. You'll never love anybody. You'll never marry."
"No, I won't. You're right there."
"Yes. Papa never got away. That was why he was so beastly to us."
"He wasn't beastly to us."
"He was. You know he was. You're only saying that because it's what Mamma would like you to say…. He couldn't help being beastly. He couldn't care for us. He couldn't care for anybody but Mamma."
"That's why I care for him," Mark said.
"I know…. None of it would have mattered if we'd been brought up right. But we were brought up all wrong. Taught that our selves were beastly, that our wills were beastly and that everything we liked was bad. Taught to sit on our wills, to be afraid of our selves and not trust them for a single minute…. Mamma was glad when I was jilted, because that was one for me."