Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her
head. It was eleven o'clock. She always left the table when they began to
smoke. "
Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. Manning,
all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it correspond with the
realities? Are women truly such angelic things and men so chivalrous? You men
have, I know, meant to make us Queens and Goddesses, but in practice—well,
look, for example, at the stream of girls one meets going to work of a morning,
round-shouldered, cheap, and underfed! They aren’t queens, and no one is
treating them as queens. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she
stepped back from him quickly. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name
once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. His father and mother are gone now.
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