She had come to despise those who were fertile
out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. Who could say that
the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces,
cherchez la femme, every time. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my
boyfriend!”
He stared at her concernedly. My servant. He gripped the window-sill behind him. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. You mustn’t do things like that. The few
whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted
to kick him. And this idiot, he has threatened to
arrest me and make them take me to prison. If we don’t live it will
think we are afraid of it. One hour later she
had gone back to the mission—without the salt. Something he
saw there had a curious effect upon him. She had
heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even
admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means
sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given
her. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and
dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the
crest.
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