He looked across at Annabel, and he
groaned. . Well one night, some
of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a
matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I—I hurt myself. 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 made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him,
and for a time they were both too full for speech. ” She leaned forward for another kiss,
which he responded to. “How would you prevent it?” she
asked. "
"You daren't use it. “Of course!” he said. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet.
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