The Story of Bawn by Katharine Tynan
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in this I was wrong, as events afterwards proved. Indeed, it was a very
strange thing how women, both gentle and simple, were in many cases attracted by the coarse good looks and insolent, swaggering way of Richard Dawson--an inconceivable thing to me in the case of a lady, although more easily understood in the case of a poor peasant girl like Nora Brady. His mood had apparently changed, and I was less afraid of him, although my detestation of him had been deepened by his conduct to me. He still sat on the stile so that I could not pass him; but all the anger had gone out of his face, although the blood still trickled a little from the back of his hand where Dido had planted her teeth. "Will you let me pass, please?" said I. "Presently, my dear." How I hated him for his easy insolence! "I want to hear first what it is you dislike in me." "Everything," I answered. "Why," he said mockingly, "it is a thing of spirit, and it will be the more pleasure to tame it. I am tired of birds that come fluttering into my hands and cling to me when I no longer desire them. Upon my word, I like you the better for it. Come, I'm sorry I frightened you. I can say no more than that; it is the fault of your sex, which is so complaisant." He put his hand into his pocket and drew out a handful of coins. |
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