...And a string of pearls round my
throat? My neck and arms are quite good; although I've never possessed an
evening gown, I know I'd look quite well in one...my best."
He laughed. "It does make a difference. I wish you had been there. I am
sure you are as good a dancer as you are a pal. But still...I think I
should have recognized the fighter, even if you had been born in the
California equivalent for the purple. I fancy you would have found some
cause or other to get your teeth into once in a while. Tell me, don't
you rather like the idea of taking Life by the throat and forcing it to
deliver?"
"I wonder?...perhaps...but that does not mitigate my resentment that I am
on the outside of everything when I belong on the in. I should never have
been forced to strive after what is mine by natural right."
"Well, don't let it make a socialist of you. That is such a cheap revenge
on society....Confession of failure; and nothing in it."
IV
He looked at his watch: "Eight o'clock. I'll be getting on to the Presidio.
Why don't you come with me?"
Gora's feminine instincts arose from a less perverted source than her
social. She shook her head with a smile.
"I don't want to go any farther from my house. I shall slip down my first
chance; and I have plenty to eat. Perhaps you will come to see me before
you go if my house is spared."
"Rather. What is the number? And if the house goes I'll find you somehow.
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