19/21 "What is it I do ?" She passed her hand across her brow and laughed a little wild laugh. "Yes," she said; "this it is to be a woman--to turn weak and run to other women--and weep and talk. Yes, by these signs I _am_ a woman!" She stood with her clenched hands pressed against her breast. "In any fair fight," she said, "I could have struck back blow for blow--and mine would have been the heaviest; but being changed into a woman, my arms are taken from me. He who strikes, aims at my bared breast--and that he knows and triumphs in." She set her teeth together, and ground them, and the look, which was like that of a chained and harried tigress, lit itself in her eyes. |