She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. ” Mr. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. In his desire to be emphatic and to avenge himself for his over-night distresses, he speedily became brutal, more brutal than she had ever known him before.
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