The Beauty and the Bolshevist by Alice Duer Miller
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worst--I'm just one girl--suppose I were weak and couldn't get on
without them? That wouldn't prove that they are right. I'm not so blinded that I can't see that a system by which I profit may still be absolutely wrong. But you always seem to think, Eddie, that it's part of the Constitution of the United States that you should have everything you've always had." Eddie rose, too, with the manner of a man who has allowed things to go far enough. "Look here, my dear girl," he said, "I am a man and I'm older than you, and have seen more of the world. I know you don't mean any harm, but I must tell you that this is very wicked, dangerous talk." "Dangerous, perhaps, Eddie, but I can't see how it can be wicked to want to give up your special privileges." "Where in the world do you pick up ideas like this?" "I inherited them from an English ancestor of mine, who gave up all that he had when he enlisted in Washington's army." "You got that stuff," said Eddie, brushing this aside, "from David Moreton, and that infernal seditious paper his brother edits--and that white-livered book which I haven't read against war. I'd like to put them all in jail." "It's a pity," said Crystal, "that your side can't think of a better argument than putting everyone who disagrees with you in jail." With this she turned and left him, and, entering the ballroom, flung |
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