Second, you deny a human being who is just as eager as you are for life and the spice of adventure, just as hungry for excitement as you or any man here--you deny me all this, everything, just because a stupid accident of birth made me a woman!" Her clenched right fist passionately struck the table at her side.
"A man's world! That's what this world is called; that's what it is! And you--of all men--are living down to that idea! You--_the Master!_" The man's face changed color.

It grew a little pale, with deepening lines.

He passed a hand over his forehead, a hand that for the first time trembled with indecision.

His strong teeth gnawed at his lower lip.

Never before had he lacked words, but now he found none.
The woman exclaimed, her voice incisive, eager, her eyes burning: "It is because you _are_ a master of men, and of yourself, that I have taken this chance! It is because I have heard of your absolute sense of justice and fair play, your appreciation of unswerving loyalty and of the heart that dares! Now you understand.