"I didn't think of that," she said.
The great fault of the less guilty half of humanity—it does not think! and the other half thinks evil.
"Well, think now," I said sharply. "Would you like to have your inside torn out for a gaping crowd to laugh at, to be tortured to death for their Sunday diversion? For that is what you are going to see inflicted on the animals this afternoon."
Suzee regarded me with a frightened air.
Presently she said, glibly:
"Of course not, Treevor, and I am very, very sorry for the poor animals if they are going to be hurt."
"Of course they are," I said shortly; "that is what the whole city is going to turn out to see."
I felt she had no real appreciation of the subject, and that any sympathetic utterance would be made to please me. How I hate being with a companion who automatically says what will please me! A servile compliance that one knows is false is more irritating to a person of intellect than contradiction.
How different Viola had always been! In physical relations she had accepted me as her owner, master, conqueror. She had never sought to deny or evade or resent the physical domination Nature has given the male over the female. But her mind had been always her own. And what a glorious strength and independence it possessed! Not even to me would she ever have said what she did not believe.
Like the old martyrs, she would have given herself to the rack or the flames rather than let her lips frame words her brain did not approve.