THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

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Quel Dommage

a story by Carle

"Let's put down the bayonets," I said.

I see her face blanche "bayonets . . you have the bayonets not I. I've been breaking my neck to cooperate."

Vous etes une belle fille.

Last week she wore a hat and it hid almost all her fair hair. It was a white hat with a pink veil and it made her look like a brides maid and for a moment I thought, perhaps not. But now her soul stands

But her soul stands naked and naked. flutters like a butterfly.

I have seen her and I knew and I know now. But still she is afraid of me because she does not know what I know. She does not know I know. Laughable.

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I have captured her smile and so I know. She has smiled at me and yet her smile has not been one of the lips for her lips are nervous and her eyes are hard. She is afraid. She is afraid of me.

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