The game . 28 THE GAME clean. It knows its clean itself. WhenI wake up in the morning an go to work,every drop of blood and bit of meat isshouting right out that it is clean. Oh, Itell you — He paused with swift awkwardness, againconfounded by his unwonted flow of in his life had he been stirred tosuch utterance, and never in his life hadthere been cause to be so stirred. For itwas the Game that had been questioned,its verity and worth, the Game itself, thebiggest thing in the world — or what hadbeen the biggest thing in the world untilthat chance afternoon and that chance pur-cha
The game . 28 THE GAME clean. It knows its clean itself. WhenI wake up in the morning an go to work,every drop of blood and bit of meat isshouting right out that it is clean. Oh, Itell you — He paused with swift awkwardness, againconfounded by his unwonted flow of in his life had he been stirred tosuch utterance, and never in his life hadthere been cause to be so stirred. For itwas the Game that had been questioned,its verity and worth, the Game itself, thebiggest thing in the world — or what hadbeen the biggest thing in the world untilthat chance afternoon and that chance pur-chase in Silversteins candy store, whenGenevieve loomed suddenly colossal in hislife, overshadowing all other things. Hewas beginning to see, though vaguely, thesharp conflict between woman and career. THE GAME 29 between a mans work in the world andwomans need of the man. But he was not. capable of generalization. He saw only theantagonism between the concrete, flesh-and-blood Genevieve and the great, abstract, liv- 3° THE GAME ing Game. Each resented the other, eachclaimed him; he was torn with the strife,and yet drifted helpless on the currents oftheir contention. His words had drawn Genevieves gazeto his face, and she had pleasured in theclear skin, the clear eyes, the cheek soft andsmooth as a girls. She saw the force ofhis argument and disliked it revolted instinctively against this Gamewhich drew him away from her, robbed herof part of him. It was a rival she did notunderstand. Nor could she understand itsseductions. Had it been a woman rival.
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