If
you stay any longer, looking at me with those queer eyes of yours, I may
break down and tell you all about it, just for the dangerous joy of
easing my own soul by dumping a load on yours. Good God! Miss Glynn,
such women as you should not be nurses; it isn't fair. I'd give--let me
see--well, I'd give six months of my life--since Hapgood says I stand a
fair chance for ninety years--to talk to you, man to woman, and get your
point of view--about something. There are moments, after a bad night,
when I think you women haven't had all they say you should have had. We
men have been too blindly sure we could play your game as well as our
own. Run now! If you stay another minute I'll regret it, and so will
you."
"Shall I shake your pillow before I go, Mr. Huntter?"
"Yes. Thank you. You manage to shake more whim-whams out of the creases
than you know."
He stayed her by a wistful, longing, and half-boyish smile.
"Say," he said, "you see you didn't run quick enough, and now I'm going
to ask you something. You must have seen a good deal of women as well
as men in your calling."
"Yes, I have.
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