“Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide,
uncomfortable pause. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. "
With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of
reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to
lessen the possibility of a break. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see
you. Still, it was true about men. I have the right also to throw you
out. ”
The girl on the lounge drew a long sobbing breath. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. I was the black sheep, I was hurried
out of the way. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. Tight. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable
discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of
living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly
with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the
love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled.
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