He saw through
my bluff, even before I saw through it myself. If it
weren't for him, I could go ahead--do the sensible
thing--do as women usually do. But--'' She came
to a full stop.
``Love is a woman's sense of honor,'' said Cyrilla
softly. ``We're merciless and unscrupulous--anything--
everything--where we don't love. But where
we do love, we'll go farther for honor than the most
honorable man. That's why we're both worse and better
than men--and seem to be so contradictory and
puzzling.''
``I'd do anything for him,'' said Mildred. She smiled
drearily. ``And he wants nothing.''
She had nothing more to say. She had talked herself
out about Stanley, and her mind was now filled with
thoughts that could not be spoken. As she rose to
go to bed, she looked appealingly at Cyrilla. Then,
with a sudden and shy rush she flung her arms round
her and kissed her. ``Thank you--so much,'' she said.
``You've done me a world of good. Saying it all out
loud before YOU has made me see. I know my own
mind, now.
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