What right have they? I suppose some day some
little whiffit of a business man will set himself up to take care of
me. He had better not. I tell you there is a new kind of women growing
up and I am going to be one of them. I am going to adventure, to taste
life strongly and deeply. Father and Mother might as well make up
their minds to that."
The excited girl had walked up and down before her companion, a mild
looking young woman with blue eyes, and had raised her hands above her
head as though to strike a blow. Her body was like the body of a fine
young animal standing alert to meet an enemy and her eyes reflected
the intoxication of her mood. "I want all of life," she cried; "I want
the lust and the strength and the evil of it. I want to be one of the
new women, the saviours of our sex."
Between David Ormsby and his daughter there was an unusual bond. Six
foot three, blue eyed, broad shouldered, his presence had a strength
and dignity which marked him out among men and the daughter sensed his
strength. She was right in that. In his way the man was inspired.
Under his eye the trivialities of plough-making had become the details
of a fine art. In the factory he never lost the air of command which
inspires confidence. Foremen running into the office filled with
excitement because of a break in the machinery or an accident to a
workman returned to do his bidding quietly and efficiently.
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