The Tin Soldier by Temple Bailey
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Her cheeks were flushed.
"Nobody knows that better than a doctor, Emily. I am conscious that Hilda draws out the worst in me--yet there is something about her that makes me want to find things out, to explore life with her--" He was smiling into the fire. Miss Emily girded herself and gave him a shock. "The trouble with you is that you want the admiration of every woman who comes your way. Most of your patients worship you--Jean puts you on a pedestal--even I tell you that you have a soul. But Hilda withholds the admiration you demand, and you want to conquer her--to see her succumb with the rest of us." "The rest of you! Emily, you have never succumbed." "Oh, yes, I have. I seem to be saying, 'He may have a few weaknesses, but back of it all he is big and fine.' But Hilda's attitude indicates, 'He is not fine at all.' And you hate that and want to show her." He chuckled. "By Jove, I do, Emily. Perhaps it is just as well that I am getting away from her." "I wouldn't admit it if I were you. I'd rather see you face a thing than run away." "If Eve had run away from the snake in the apple tree, she would not have lost her Eden--poor Eve." "Poor Adam--to follow her lead. He should have said, 'No, my dear, |
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