She screamed involuntarily—she had
never in her life screamed before—and then she began to wriggle and fight like a
frightened animal against the men who were holding her. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of
spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and
admiration. Not that he
deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why
and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. Only she hadn’t. "Iss, Massa. She tolerated
spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack
when hers was stolen. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the
limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit—
the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. She turned on the lad with her, who was
visibly relieved. On her lapel was an ivory
button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the
room. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. “I really owe him something of an
apology. Happy to do anything in my power. "What do you want with me?"
"A word in private," replied the other.
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