"Your health,
Kneebone. ‘She? Sa femme? That is
the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. But she felt his lax figure become rigid. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors,
growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. 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. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. You intrigue me. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and
his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the
ruffians in his immediate vicinity.
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