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Indeed, it almost sounded as if he was under the influence of some particularly strong narcotic.She winced at that; he saw her bite her lip, and for a moment she did not speak. Then she burst out: “That’s the worst of it. I am cruel. I say things—and then, afterward, I could kick myself. Yet they are true. What can I do? I tell the truth, and then I feel as if I had—had kicked Zip in the stomach!””All women are like me—when you let ’em out.””Only coarse women would do such a thing! And Arthur Weston might have had something better to do!”Suddenly he looked her straight in the face. “Are you engaged to him?” he demanded, harshly.”Yes; she doesn’t like change,” Fred agreed. “If Nature had listened to Grandmother we’d all be protoplasm still. Probably the grandmother of the first worm that sprouted legs, kicked. 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