"I
never met such men before--or such women," he finished with a smile.
"But, do you like it?" she persisted. "Do you like the life--your
work--would you be satisfied to live here always?"
"Yes and No," he answered again, hesitatingly.
"Oh, well," she said, with, he thought, a little bitterness and
rebellion, "it doesn't really matter to you whether you like it or not,
because _you_ are a man. If you are not satisfied with your environment,
you can leave it--go away somewhere else--make yourself a part of some
other life."
He shook his head, wondering a little at her earnestness. "That does not
always follow. Can a man, just because he is a man, always have or do
just what he likes?"
"If he's strong enough," she insisted. "But a woman must always do what
other people like."
He was sure now that she was speaking rebelliously.
She continued, "Can't you, if you are not satisfied with this life here,
go away?"
"Yes, but not necessarily to any life I might desire. Perhaps some
sheriff wants me. Perhaps I am an escaped convict. Perhaps--oh, a
thousand things."
She laughed aloud in spite of her serious mood.
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