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Daviess, Maria Thompson, 1872-1924

"The Melting of Molly"


"Won't need Billy any more!" I exclaimed with a rage that made my voice
literally scorch past my lips. "Was there ever a minute in his life that
I haven't needed Billy? How dare you say such a thing to me? You are
cruel, cruel, and I have always known it, cold and cruel like all other
men who don't care how they wring the life blood out of women's hearts
and are willing to use their children to do it with. Even the law
doesn't help us poor helpless creatures and you can take our children
and go with them to the ends of the earth and leave us suffering. I have
gone on and believed that you were not like what the women say all men
are and that you cared whether you hurt people or not, but now I see
that you are just the same and you'll take my baby away if you want
to--and I can do nothing to prevent it--nothing in the wide world--I am
completely and absolutely helpless--you coward, you!"
When that awful word, the worst word that a woman can use to a man, left
my lips, a flame shot up into his eyes that I thought would burn me up,
but in a half-second it was extinguished by the strangest thing in the
world--for the situation--a perfect flood of mirth.


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