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Updated: June 2, 2025
She loved to talk about her work with intelligent and sympathetic Keggo, and she had been on this occasion expounding to her the mysteries and interest of life insurance: in particular explaining the "romance" of vital statistics; in particular, again, the curious fact that, though women in the United Kingdom largely outnumbered men, many more male children were born than female.
Once or twice she said to Keggo, speaking with an entreaty that must have made obvious to Keggo her knowledge, "Keggo, haven't you something to tell me; something that you'd like to tell me?"
I'm going to be what a man can be. Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't a woman?" She paused and then went on. "Why, that's the thing that's been with me all my life, ever since I can remember. I've always known that men were the creatures. Always. Since I was so high. Oh, I used to have the most ridiculous ideas about them. You'd scream, Keggo.
It's what I've said; it's what I would have you remember for a day perhaps to come, that it is dangerous being a woman. I'm not warning you, because there's nothing to well, but isn't there? You've got a theory of life and you are bent upon a career in life. There's " Rosalie cried, "Well, but there you are, Keggo.
She was sitting with her hands crossed, one palm upon the other, and resting on her lap, her eyes to the ground. Quite a long time passed. Rosalie said, "You're drinking, aren't you, Keggo?" "Yes, drinking, Rosalie." "Oh, Keggo!" It was then that Rosalie cried. Sne cried. Her sympathies, though drying and slower now to be aroused, still then were such that she could weep for pity.
She was silent; but she betrayed perhaps her thoughts in a gesture, her difficulty in some expression of her face. Keggo said very intensely, "But, Rosalie, if you only knew! With me it's drink and you'll say . But I say to you, Rosalie, never, never let anything get the mastery of you.
Can you see a black and violent night and a ship going by full speed, and one labouring, and through the wind and the blackness a hail. and gone, and the wreck left foundering?" Ah, that most generous and quickly moved and loving-Rosalie then! How she twisted to her knees and stretched her arms about that poor Keggo, sitting there so drooped!
There was at the Sultana's the need of constant care to inhibit her cravings; there now was none to save her unless Rosalie did. There is no need at all to tell all this and all that by which Rosalie was led to this most terrible discovery and Keggo impelled to her most painful revelation.
And one evening while Rosalie stumblingly explained, and eagerly received, and sceptically doubted, "But look here, Keggo," she cried, and stopped and blushed, abashed at her use of the nickname. Miss Keggs laughed. "Don't mind, Rosalie. Call me Keggo. I like it. It's much more friendly. I'm very fond of you, Rosalie."
"If ever I fell in love," she had often said, alike to Keggo and to Miss Salmon, "if such an impossible thing ever were to happen to me, I'd marry as marriage should be. I'd enter a partnership. I would live my life; he would live his life; together, when we wanted to, when we were off duty, so to speak, we would live our life. A partnership, a mutually free and independent partnership."
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