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He said, slowly, "Yes, it's an awful thing to be a woman, but then it's an awful responsibility to be a man." "What do you mean?" "I mean that we are responsible, as the dominant sex, for every tragic, incomplete woman's life." "Don't you blame Mrs. Shellberg?" she said, forcing him to a concrete example with savage swiftness. "No.
It depends upon yourself now, though, whether you keep a true woman or go to hell with Mrs. Shellberg." The conductor eyed them, as he passed, with an unpleasant light in his eyes, and the drummers a few seats ahead turned to look at them. The tip had passed along from lip to lip. They were like wild beasts roused by the presence of prey. Their eyes gleamed with relentless lust.
He said slowly, "Yes, it's an awful thing to be a woman, but it's an awful responsibility to be a man." "What do you mean?" "I mean that we are responsible as the dominant sex for every tragic, incomplete woman's life." "Don't you blame Mrs. Shellberg?" she said, forcing him to a concrete example with savage swiftness. "No.
"Of course, I'm pleased to have you throw the judge over and employ me, but, all the same, I think you do him an injustice. He's a good, square man." "Square man!" she said, turning to him with a sudden fury in her eyes. "Do you call it square for a man married, and gray-haired, too to take up with a woman like Mrs. Shellberg? Say, do you, now?" "Well, I don't quite believe "
"This is the route you all go," he replied with grim humor, and his words pictured a ceaseless stream of divorcées. She resented his classing her with the rest, but she simply said: "You despise me, don't you? But what can we do? You can't expect us to live with men we hate, can you? That would be worse than Mrs. Shellberg." "No, I don't expect that of you.
"Of course I'm pleased to have you throw the judge over, and employ me, but, all the same, I think you do him an injustice. He's a good, square man." "Square man!" she said, turning to him with a sudden fury in her eyes. "Do you call it square for a man married, and gray-haired, too to take up with a woman like Mrs. Shellberg? Say, do you, now?" "Well, I don't quite believe "
"You can be if you try." "Not with a big Chicago brewer for a father and a husband that beats you whenever the mood takes him." "I admit that's hard. I think the atmosphere of that Heron Lake hotel isn't any great help to you." "Oh, they're a gay lot there! We fight like cats and dogs." A look of slyness and boldness came over her face. "Mrs. Shellberg hates me as hard as I do her.
It depends upon yourself now, though, whether you keep a true woman or go to hell with Mrs. Shellberg." The conductor eyed them as he passed, with an unpleasant light in his eyes, and the drummers a few seats ahead turned to look at them. The tip had passed along from lip to lip. They were like wild beasts roused by the presence of prey. Their eyes gleamed with relentless lust.
"You can be if you try." "Not with a big Chicago brewer for a father, and a husband that beats you whenever the mood takes him." "I admit that's hard. I think the atmosphere of that Heron Lake hotel isn't any great help to you." "Oh, they're a gay lot there! We fight like cats and dogs." A look of slyness and boldness came over her face. "Mrs. Shellberg hates me as hard as I do her.
"This is the route you all go," he replied, with grim humor, and his words pictured a ceaseless stream of divorcées. She resented his classing her with the rest, but she simply said: "You despise me, don't you? But what can we do? You can't expect us to live with men we hate, can you? That would be worse than Mrs. Shellberg." "No, I don't expect that of you.
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