She sat with that proud, delicate profile of hers outlined againstthe red curtain. How beautiful she was! And yet how aloof! Wehad been friends, quite good friends; but never could I getbeyond the same comradeship which I might have establishedwith one of my fellow-reporters upon the Gazette, perfectlyfrank, perfectly kindly, and perfectly unsexual. My instincts are allagainst a woman being too frank and at her ease with me. It isno compliment to a man. Where the real sex feeling begins,
timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wickeddays when love and violence went often hand in hand. The bent