"Like hell they won't be turned back!"
But Brent smiled. "You think that now, but Alexander, nature is nature
and there must be something in your life. You've played at being a man
and done it better than many men--but men can marry women, and you
can't. Along that road lies a heart-breaking loneliness. Sometime
you'll see that, since you can't be a man, you'll want to be a man's
mate."
She shook her head with unconvinced obduracy.
"I knows ye aims ter give me kindly counsel, Mr. Brent, but ye're plum
wastin' yore breath."
The man rose. "After all, I only came to say good-bye," he told her.
"You aren't going to keep men from loving you. I know because I've
tried to keep myself from doing it--and I've failed. But this is
really my message. If you do change your ideas, for God's sake choose
your man carefully--and if you ever reach a point where you need
counsel, send for me."
Along Fifth Avenue from Washington Arch to the Plaza, Spring was in the
air. Trees were putting out that first green which, in its tenderness
of beauty, is all hope and confidence.
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