It is part of my soul, Buddha, and my love for him--oh, I cannot tell!" She threw the cigarette away from her and stared at the smiling image with heavy eyes in silence.

Then she went on: "But I always tell you everything, little bronze god, and I won't keep back even this.

There was a moment when I would have let him take me in his arms and hold me close, close to him.

And I wish he had--I should have had it to remember.

Bah! why is my face hot! I might as well be ashamed of wanting my dinner!" Again she dropped into silence, and when next she spoke her whole face had hardened.
"But no! He thinks that he has read me finally, that he has done with me, that I no longer count! He will marry some red-and-white cow of an Englishwoman who will accept herself in the light of a reproductive agent and do her duty by him accordingly.