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She laughed, careless of his grasp

"Why should I be? You couldn't kill me if you tried--and if you could--"

"If I could--ah, if I could!" he muttered, fiercely

"Why then there would be another eneral world of murderers!" she said--"That's all! It's not worth it!"

Still he held her in his grip

"See here!" he said--"Before you go I want yon to know a thing or two,--you may as well learn once for all my views on woht! Wo--just necessary for the continuation of the race--no more They may be beautiful or homely--it's all one--they serve the same purpose I'm under no delusions about them Without men they are utterly useless,--mere waste on the wind! To idealise theinal, intellectual or iinative is to set one's self down an idiot YOU,--you the spoilt only child of one of the biggest rascal financiers in New York,--YOU, left alone in the world with a fortune so vast as to be al superlative in the way of women,--you play the Cleopatra,--you are convinced you can draw men after you--but it's your money that draws them,--not YOU! Can't you see that?--or are you too vain to see it? And you've no mercy on them,--you make them believe you care for them and then you throw them over like empty nutshells! That's your way! But you never fooled ME,--and you never will!"

He released her as suddenly as he had grasped her,--she drew her white draperies round her shoulders with a statuesque grace, and lifted her head, sood description of men who come after a woman for her money"--she observed, placidly--"and it's quite natural that the wo in them--not even a flavour! No--never fooled you,--you fooled yourself--you are fooling yourself now, only you don't know it But there!--let's finish talking! I like the romance of the situation--you in your shirt-sleeves on a hill in California, and I in silken stuff and diaht visit--it's really quite novel and charo on for ever! Just now you said you wantedor two, and I presume you have explained yourself What you think or what you don't think about women doesn't interest me I'm one of the 'wastes on the wind!' I shall not aid in the continuation of the race,--heaven forbid! The race is too stupid and toohas been done for it that can be done, over and over again, fro--till now,--and now--NOW!" She paused, and despite hih his blood of so like fear