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the same time my trustee robbed me
of my fortune. That was why she
was false. If it had been love for him
I could have forgotten. So I disap
peared from my world and chose this
one. Now run away to your friends,
little girl, and play," he sneered bru
tally. He mierht as wp.11 havp snperp.ri at
fo one of the patient cattle for all the
"And you think that you are free?"
she asked.. "You have no sense of
law, of citizenship, of public duty?"
"Hardly," he said, scoffing. "Yes,
we are free equally, you in your gild-
' ed luxury and I in my comradeship
with the. outcasts of the world."
"I free?" she cried, beginning to
laugh. He heard the catch in her
throat and his eyes softened momen
tarily. "Listen, then. We shall never
meet again and I can tell you what I
cannot tell anybody else. My father
is many times a millionaire."
"Yes, that can be seen," he said,
looking at her dress, her jewels. He
saw the flush creep up under her
skin. His penetrating glance seemed
to dissect her.
"You know the lives of us wom
en?" she asked. "Or you have read
of them, at any rate. And what one
reads is underestimated, not exagger
ated. I have never had a moment's
freedom in my life, not since I was
' a little girl, playing with my dolls.
"At school I was smothered with
attentions. At home I was suffocated
with nurses, companions, I hated,
chosen for their wealth and rank.
Later I was decked out, sent to a
finishing school, all my nature
cramped and hardened by luxury and
convention. And I always longed for
"Do you know what we Women
have to look forward to? Marriage.
That is all. And we are not free to
choose. My father is not unkind to
me, but he understands nothing. It is
not he who traded me, but conven
tion again. It is the pressure of cir
cumstances, of environment, more
terrible than physical force. So I am
traded for the coronet of a viscount.1
That is why I am going to England
to marry him. And if I could be a
man and free as you are free, then
only could I begin to live. Good-by.'
She turned away hurriedly and he.
saw the tears streaming down her
cheeks. He made no effort to follow5
her, but stood watching her, like a
man in a dream.
He dreamed of her during the long;
night, when the cattle Bhip pitched'
and tossed heavily in the trough oP
the channel and the blinding fog
came down. The timbers of the old
ship groaned as the waves buffeted,
her. At his post the captain strained
to catch sight of the Foreland lights.
Suddenly, with a crash that sent
every timber jarring, the liner'
stopped, shivered and keeled over.
The shock Bent the cattlemen flying 1
from their bunks. They- rushed out
into the open space hetween thej
pens. From the upper deck came
cries and the sound of seamen run-,
ning. Women began to scream
-Through the haze loomed up the
squat form of a collier.
There was no possibility of mistak-,
ing what had happened. The liner
had struck the collier while rushing
at full speed through the fog, noti
with her bow, but amidships, a glanc-"
ing blow which had ripped her outer'
sheath nearly halfway from the bow,
She was keeling lower she would go
under within a few minutes. There'
were no water-tight partitions on the,
old ship, and if there had been they
would have been of little aid in such
a situation. 5
After the first confusion the cattle-?
men gathered between decks and
waited. Outcasts as these men were, '
they had the discipline of the sea. '
They did not know that Mayne was
lying unconscious upon the fo'c'stle
floor, where he had been flung by the J
shock. They waited quietly enough, '
listening to racket overhead. The sea-
men were trying to lower the boats.
But those on the port side were near
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