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you. You are right. Only a woman is not like that. We are different. We have let ourselves get civilised too soon. This underworld is not for us.ā€

She paused and began again.

ā€œI hate it! I hate this horrible canvas! I hate it more thanā ā€”more than the worst that can happen. It hurts my fingers to touch it. It is horrible to the skin. And the women I work with day after day! I lie awake at nights and think how I may be growing like themā ā€”ā€

She stopped. ā€œI am growing like them,ā€ she cried passionately.

Denton stared at her distress. ā€œButā ā€”ā€ he said and stopped.

ā€œYou donā€™t understand. What have I? What have I to save me? You can fight. Fighting is manā€™s work. But womenā ā€”women are differentā ā€Šā ā€¦ I have thought it all out, I have done nothing but think night and day. Look at the colour of my face! I cannot go on. I cannot endure this lifeā ā€Šā ā€¦ I cannot endure it.ā€

She stopped. She hesitated.

ā€œYou do not know all,ā€ she said abruptly, and for an instant her lips had a bitter smile. ā€œI have been asked to leave you.ā€

ā€œLeave me!ā€

She made no answer save an affirmative movement of the head.

Denton stood up sharply. They stared at one another through a long silence.

Suddenly she turned herself about, and flung face downward upon their canvas bed. She did not sob, she made no sound. She lay still upon her face. After a vast, distressful void her shoulders heaved and she began to weep silently.

ā€œElizabeth!ā€ he whisperedā ā€”ā€œElizabeth!ā€

Very softly he sat down beside her, bent down, put his arm across her in a doubtful caress, seeking vainly for some clue to this intolerable situation.

ā€œElizabeth,ā€ he whispered in her ear.

She thrust him from her with her hand. ā€œI cannot bear a child to be a slave!ā€ and broke out into loud and bitter weeping.

Dentonā€™s face changedā ā€”became blank dismay. Presently he slipped from the bed and stood on his feet. All the complacency had vanished from his face, had given place to impotent rage. He began to rave and curse at the intolerable forces which pressed upon him, at all the accidents and hot desires and heedlessness that mock the life of man. His little voice rose in that little room, and he shook his fist, this animalcule of the Earth, at all that environed him about, at the millions about him, at his past and future and all the insensate vastness of the overwhelming city.

V Bindon Intervenes

In Bindonā€™s younger days he had dabbled in speculation and made three brilliant flukes. For the rest of his life he had the wisdom to let gambling alone, and the conceit to believe himself a very clever man. A certain desire for influence and reputation interested him in the business intrigues of the giant city in which his flukes were made. He became at last one of the most influential shareholders in the company that owned the London flying stages to which the aeroplanes came from all parts of the world. This much for his public activities. In his private life he was a man of pleasure. And this is the story of his heart.

But before proceeding to such depths, one must devote a little time to the exterior of this person. Its physical basis was slender, and short, and dark; and the face, which was fine-featured and assisted by pigments, varied from an insecure self-complacency to an intelligent uneasiness. His face and head had been depilated, according to the cleanly and hygienic fashion of the time, so that the colour and contour of his hair varied with his costume. This he was constantly changing.

At times he would distend himself with pneumatic vestments in the rococo vein. From among the billowy developments of this style, and beneath a translucent and illuminated headdress, his eye watched jealously for the respect of the less fashionable world. At other times he emphasised his elegant slenderness in close-fitting garments of black satin. For effects of dignity he would assume broad pneumatic shoulders, from which hung a robe of carefully arranged folds of China silk, and a classical Bindon in pink tights was also a transient phenomenon in the eternal pageant of Destiny. In the days when he hoped to marry Elizabeth, he sought to impress and charm her, and at the same time to take off something of his burden of forty years, by wearing the last fancy of the contemporary buck, a costume of elastic material with distensible warts and horns, changing in colour as he walked, by an ingenious arrangement of versatile chromatophores. And no doubt, if Elizabethā€™s affection had not been already engaged by the worthless Denton, and if her tastes had not had that odd bias for old-fashioned ways, this extremely chic conception would have ravished her. Bindon had consulted Elizabethā€™s father before presenting himself in this garbā ā€”he was one of those men who always invite criticism of their costumeā ā€”and Mwres had pronounced him all that the heart of woman could desire. But the affair of the hypnotist proved that his knowledge of the heart of woman was incomplete.

Bindonā€™s idea of marrying had been formed some little time before Mwres threw Elizabethā€™s budding womanhood in his way. It was one of Bindonā€™s most cherished secrets that he had a considerable capacity for a pure and simple life of a grossly sentimental type. The thought imparted a sort of pathetic seriousness to the offensive and quite inconsequent and unmeaning excesses, which he was pleased to regard as dashing wickedness, and which a number of good people also were so unwise as to treat in that desirable manner. As a consequence of these excesses, and perhaps by reason also of an inherited tendency to early decay, his liver became seriously affected, and he suffered increasing inconvenience when travelling by aeroplane. It was during his convalescence from a protracted bilious attack that it occurred to him that in spite of all the terrible fascinations of vice, if he

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