She answered him under her breath.
“Yes. I want a man for a comrade—a man who doesn’t want to be bribed. Oh, my dear, let me speak out. Sex—sex disgusted me in that London life. I revolted from it. It made me hate men. Yet it is not sex that is wrong, only our use of it. I think it is the child that counts in those matters with a woman.”
His hand held hers firmly.
“Eve, will you grow hungry—ever?”
“For what?”
“Children!”
She bent her head.
“I will tell you. No. I think I can spend that part of the woman in me on Lynette and on you.”
“On me.”
“A woman’s love—I mean the real love—has some of the mother spirit in it. Don’t you know that?”