She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Neither of them believed me. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled. It was true. " "Your hesitation is not in your favour," observed Trenchard, sternly. " "Quite natural! Never forgive an injury!—I never do!—ha! ha!" "Really, Mr.
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