Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
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Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
It must have been near morning when I was awakened by the jingling of
bells, and a sleigh driving into the _porte cochere_. A few moments
later I heard Elodia and her maid coming up the stairs. Her maid
attended her everywhere, and stationed herself about like a dummy. She
was the sign always that Elodia was not far off; and I am sure she
would have laid down her life for her mistress, and would have
suffered her tongue to be cut out before she would have betrayed her
secrets. I tell you this to show you what a power of fascination
Elodia possessed; she seemed a being to be worshiped by high and low.
Severnius and I ate our breakfast alone the following morning. The
Supreme Sorceress did not get up, nor did she go down town to attend
to business at all during the day. At lunch time she sent her maid
down to tell Severnius that she had a headache.
"Quite likely," he returned, as the girl delivered her message; "but I
am sorry to hear it. If there is anything I can do for her, tell her
to let me know."
The girl made her obeisance and vanished.
"We have to pay for our fun," said Severnius with a sigh.
"I should not think your sister would indulge in such 'fun'!" I
retorted as a kind of relief to my hurt sensibilities, I was so
cruelly disappointed in Elodia.
"Why my sister in particular?" returned he with a look of surprise.
"Well, of course, I mean all those women,--why do they do such things?
It is unwomanly, it--it is disgraceful!"
I could not keep the word back, and for the first time I saw a flash
of anger in my friend's eyes.
"Come," said he, "you must not talk like that! That term may have a
different signification to you, but with us it means an insult."
I quickly begged his pardon and tried to explain to him.
"Our women," I said, "never do things of that sort, as I have told
you. They have no taste for them and no inclination in that
direction,--it is against their very nature. And if you will forgive
me for saying so, I cannot but think that such indulgence as we
witnessed last night must coarsen a woman's spiritual fibre and dull
the fine moral sense which is so highly developed in her."
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