[Herland by Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman]@TWC D-Link bookHerland CHAPTER 8 8/24
He had to.
For, in spite of his criticism, they were girls, and, furthermore, all the girls there were! Always excepting our three!--with whom we presently renewed our acquaintance. When it came to courtship, which it soon did, I can of course best describe my own--and am least inclined to.
But of Jeff I heard somewhat; he was inclined to dwell reverently and admiringly, at some length, on the exalted sentiment and measureless perfection of his Celis; and Terry--Terry made so many false starts and met so many rebuffs, that by the time he really settled down to win Alima, he was considerably wiser. At that, it was not smooth sailing.
They broke and quarreled, over and over; he would rush off to console himself with some other fair one--the other fair one would have none of him--and he would drift back to Alima, becoming more and more devoted each time. She never gave an inch.
A big, handsome creature, rather exceptionally strong even in that race of strong women, with a proud head and sweeping level brows that lined across above her dark eager eyes like the wide wings of a soaring hawk. I was good friends with all three of them but best of all with Ellador, long before that feeling changed, for both of us. From her, and from Somel, who talked very freely with me, I learned at last something of the viewpoint of Herland toward its visitors. Here they were, isolated, happy, contented, when the booming buzz of our biplane tore the air above them. Everybody heard it--saw it--for miles and miles, word flashed all over the country, and a council was held in every town and village. And this was their rapid determination: "From another country.
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