"Why that's ridiculous!"
"Is it? A few hundred years ago, men set up such laws to protect women because they realized that there were among their own sex, men who would think nothing of taking advantage of an unwary woman. As soon as the women decided that they were equals, men reluctantly removed that protection. Now, Sandra, if you are equal or superior to men, you should be civic-minded enough to want to protect the weaker."
"Bah! You talk like a man!"
"Nonsense. I'd scream like a stuck pig if any man decided that I couldn't take care of myself. But I have enough sense to realize that all of the courtesies that men offer me are tokens of their affection and not gestures toward someone who cannot get in out of the rain without help. As for the weak, what would you say to a man who slugged a woman and then ran off and left her to suffer?"
"He's a rat!"
"How about the dame who does the same to a man?"
"That's—"
"Be careful, Sandra Drake. The girl I'm speaking of is you!"
"Well—" Sandra let the sentence die in midstream.
"Think it over, lady wrestler. And when you make up your mind, come on in and help."