On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearly a yard in length, and more than an inch square. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. It is not the woman who speaks there.
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