dBooks desire

If they weren't, they'd make us all cringe. As it is,
I've heard some awful stories of how men and women
who've got some powerful person down on them have
been hounded.''
Mildred turned deathly sick. ``I think I'll go to
my room,'' she said, rising uncertainly and forcing
herself toward the door.
Mrs. Belloc's curiosity could not restrain itself.
``You're leaving?'' she asked. ``You're going back
to your husband?''
She was startled when the girl abruptly turned on
her and cried with flashing eyes and voice strong and
vibrant with passion: ``Never! Never! No matter
what comes--NEVER!''

The rest of the day and that night she hid in her
room and made no effort to resist the terror that preyed
upon her. Just as our strength is often the source of
weakness, so our weaknesses often give birth to strength.
Her terror of the little general, given full swing,
shrieked and grimaced itself into absurdity. She was
ashamed of her orgy, was laughing at it as the sun
and intoxicating air of a typical New York morning
poured in upon her.


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