Tramping on Life - An Autobiographical Narrative by Harry Kemp
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Girls, just at the gate of adolescence, possess a directness of purpose
which, afterwards, is looked upon as a distinct, masculine prerogative.... Phoebe drew closer to me, pressing against me ... but a fierce, battling reluctance rose in my breast.... * * * * * She was astonished, stunned by my negation. Silently I dressed,--she, with a sullen pout on her fresh, childish mouth. "You fool! I hate you! You're no damn good!" she cried passionately. With a cruel pleasure in the action, I beat her on the back. She began to sob. Then we walked on a space. And we sat down together on the crest of a hill. My mood changed, and I held her close to me, with one arm flung about her, till she quietened down from her sobbing. I was full of a power I had never known before. * * * * * I have told of the big, double house my grandmother had for renting, and how she might have made a good living renting it out, if she had used a little business sense ... but now she let the whole of it to a caravan of gypsies for their winter quarters,--who, instead of paying rent, |
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