It is women like you we want--to save us.

Are you going to turn your back on us ?" Miss Cursiter bore down on her with her steady gaze, a gaze that was a menace and an appeal, and Rhoda gave a little gasp as if for breath.
"I can't go any farther." "Do you realize what this means?
You are not a deserter from the ranks.
It is the second in command going over to the enemy." The words were cold, but there was a fiery court-martial in Miss Cursiter's eyes that accused and condemned her.

If Rhoda had been dashing her head against the barrack walls her deliverance was at hand.

It seemed that she could never strike a blow for Miss Quincey without winning the battle for herself.
"I can't help it," said she.

"I hate it--I hate the system." "The system?
Suppose you do away with it--do away with every woman's college in the kingdom--have you anything to put in its place ?" "No.