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alone, frightened, in the room with her. The room was not well lit. Her straight, menacing figure was outlined against the wide window behind her. I soon realized, from the books on her desk, that Eve and Jane, too, were familiar with such books. I wondered how many other women, and men, knew of such things.
    Could it be that I was not alone, that I was not an isolated, shameful exception to the pompous glories of political orthodoxy?
    How rare is courage!
    How mighty is the shuffling, drifting, dull, pressing herd!
    Eve, Jane, and I exchanged frightened glances.
    Oddly, I wondered which of us might be found most beautiful on a Gorean slave block. Do not women wonder about such things?
    And what of Nora, and my enemies in the house?
    Would they be so different, barefoot in the sawdust, turned, exhibited, in the torchlight, being bid upon?
    “Shame! Shame!” said Mrs. Rawlinson, pointing to the books on the desk before her, the window behind her.
    “What have you to say for yourselves?” she asked.
    There seemed little for us to say. I felt tears of shame course my cheeks. Eve and Jane, too, sobbed.
    “I thought so,” she said. “Know that there is no place for such as you in this house. This is terrible, terrible! You are an insult to the house, to your sisters, to the national organization. You are finished here, disgraced. You will go to your rooms, pack your belongings, and leave the premises before nightfall.”
    “No,” we wept. “Please, no!”
    “Tomorrow morning I shall bring the matter to the attention of the house board, and your sisters, following which the evidence will be presented, and the vote taken, the outcome of which I do not doubt will be to publicly and officially expel you from the house, and, concomitantly, the national organization.”
    “Forgive us!” begged Eve.
    “We are sorry!” said Jane.
    “For offenses less meaningful, less heinous, expulsion is in order,” she said.
    “Is it truly so great a matter?” I wept.
    “Quite,” she said. “You may now leave the room,” she said.
    “Please, no!” we wept.
    She pointed to the door and, shuddering, stumbling, numb, we turned about, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the dissolution of our reality, the sudden and catastrophic loss of our position and status, taken as given and unassailable but moments ago.
    We had been everything, and now, in moments, we would be nothing, we would be despised and negligible, would be then no more than others, inferiors. The shame of this expulsion would be general knowledge, and certain of our sisters, I thought I knew which ones, Nora, and others, would see to it that the cause of our expulsion would be well publicized. Our continued presence at the school would be intolerable.
    “What do you think you are,” asked Mrs. Rawlinson, “reading such things?”
    We turned back to face her.
    Something had been different about her voice. She suddenly seemed other than she had been.
    “We are sorry, very sorry!” said Eve, hopefully.
    “You are silly little bitches,” said the house mother. “I wonder what you are good for?”
    This was not the tone of voice, nor the diction, to which we had become accustomed. Her carriage, oddly, now seemed slimily lithe, her voice younger.
    She was new to the house, as of the beginning of the semester. I was suddenly less clear as to her age.
    “Do you wish to be reported, and expelled?” she inquired.
    “No,” we said. “No!”
    “Remove your shoes,” she said.
    We looked to one another, in consternation.
    “I see you must vacate the premises,” she said.
    We removed our shoes.
    “Now,” she said, “kneel before me.”
    “It is acceptable,” she said. “I am a free woman.”
    I did not understand this, nor, I suspect, did Eve or Jane. Surely we were all free, all of us. Who was not free?
    She came about the desk, and pointed to the rug, at her feet.
    “Here,” she said.
    Scarcely understanding what we were doing, almost numbly, we knelt