My head swings sometimes.

But this one thought stands, never goes--if I might but be one of these born in the future; then, perhaps, to be born a woman will not be to be born branded." Waldo looked at her.

It was hard to say whether she were in earnest or mocking.
"I know it is foolish.

Wisdom never kicks at the iron walls it can't bring down," she said.

"But we are cursed.