But for one of my girls----" "It is a very old idea," said Jean calmly.
"David loved another man's wife.

Mind you, I don't accuse Lucy of loving any body, but when the needle has once touched the magnet it answers to its call ever after." Miss Vance vouchsafed no answer.

She walked away across the Platz, jerking her bonnet strings into a knot.

Jean was one of the New Women! Her opinions stuck out on every side like Briareus' hundred elbows! You could not come near her without being jabbed by them.

Such women were all opinions; there was no softness, no feeling, no delicacy about them.