Chapter 41

“The men—aren’t—so bad. But the women——” “What’s the matter with the women?” “You can’t kick a woman.” She protruded her lips at him. “Not me—at any rate. I’m tough—to a point.” “O, no—I shouldn’t put it like that.” “No?” “Hardly. You are half Piccadilly and half the daughter of Commander Gadsden, R.N.” “I don’t think I like that. When a girl has to scrap for herself—she has to have a scrapping surface. You don’t know the real me.” “May I?” “Perhaps. The fact is—you haven’t had to scrap. I shouldn’t, unless you’re …