Then, turning to Eveena, Enva spoke for the rest-- "We should have treated you less ill if we could at all have understood you.

We understand you just as little now.

Clasfempta is man after all, bridling his own temper as a strong man rules a large household of women or a herd of _ambau_.

But you are not woman like other women; and yet, in so far as women are or think they are softer or gentler than men, so far, twelvefold twelve times told, are you softer, tenderer, gentler than woman." Eveena struggled hard so far to suppress her sobs as to give an answer.

But, abandoning the effort, she only kissed warmly the lips, and clasped long and tenderly the hands, that had never spoken a kind word or done a kind act for her.