"
"I am so," replied Thames, who had followed him closely. She remembered that she had not gone to bed until two o'clock in the morning. “You see,” he said, “it is doubtful if we can ever marry. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. Only she hadn’t. All the best novels have been
written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s
only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men. ”
She thanked him with one of her shy little glances. "Where did I hear that before?"
"Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. She stole her
glances sideways like the rest of the women. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. He gave her
silence in return. The youth with
his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a
man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’
Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the
Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into
something higher. ’
A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. Every now and then
something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled
him.
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