It's--it's
unnatural."
"I suppose you think I should be indignant?" There was no emotion of
any kind in her voice.
"I simply want you to see that your idol has feet of clay," he said,
with the stubbornness of a man who feels he is losing.
"What has that to do with it? You know I loved him."
"Other girls have loved----" he said bitterly.
"And forgotten? Yes, I know," she interrupted him. "But I do not
forget, that is all."
"But after what I have told you. Surely----"
"You see I knew," she said, even more quietly than before.
"You--knew?"
"Yes. It was I who was with him. It was his last leave," she added
thoughtfully.
And only the faint noise of the water and the wistful wind in the trees
overhead broke the silence.
A GIRL IN IT
By ROWLAND KENNEY
(From _The New Age_)
1922
I was just cooking a couple of two-eyed steaks when Black Mick walked
in, and, noting the look in his eyes and being for some reason in an
expansive mood, I offered him a sit down. After comparing notes on the
various possibilities of the district with regard to job-getting, we
turned on to a discussion of the relative moralities of begging and
stealing.
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