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CHAPTER I THE WORLD AND THE FLESH “A beautiful woman is intended to create a heaven on earth and she has no business wasting herself making imaginary excursions into any future paradise. The present is her time for action; and again, Charlotte, I ask you to name the day upon which you intend to marry me,” said Nickols Powers, as he stood lounging in the broad window of Aunt Clara’s music room and gazing down into the subdued traffic of upper Madison Avenue. “I wish you had never taken me across that ferry and into that room crowded with redolent humanity to hear an absurd little man string together vivid, gross words about religion, words that made me tingle all over,” I answered as I threw my coat on a chair, lifted my hat from my head and sat down on the seat before the dark old piano. “I think religion is the most awful thing in the world and I am as afraid of it as I am of-of death. I’m going home to my father.” “Oh, don’t be afraid of it. Religion is the most potent form of intoxication known to the human race. That’s why I took you over to hear the little baseball player. I wanted you to get a sip. But don’t let it go to your head.” And Nickols mocked me with soft tenderness in his smile. “Well, it frightened me, and I don’t like it. I’m going home to my father and forget it,” I reiterated with a kind of numbness upon me, the like of which I had never before experienced. “I’ll protect you from any religious danger just as effectively as Judge Powers. I’m younger-slightly-than he, but I know just as many of the wiles of the world and the flesh as he does and maybe a few more,” Nickols assured me, with a flash in his dark eyes that was both wicked and humorous, as well as very delightful. “And the devil, too! But you don’t understand. I must go home to my father,” I answered still again.
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