BEGINNING


  I blossomed in a mud puddle.

  I treadled at the machine all day.

  I received a small sum in pennies.

  I quitted my labour.

  I hastened to the saloon.

  I exterminated a number of cocktails.

  I perceived that here was the ideal man.

  I forbore to stare.

  I preserved a demeanor of disinterest.

  I shot a lurid glance.

  I was invited to quarrel.

  I delivered a reproach.

  I was smote upon the head.

  I suppressed a howl of wrath.

  I escaped up a side street and was pursued.

  I submitted with silent dignity.

  I did not feel like a bad woman.

  I rocked to and fro shedding tears.

  I perceived only vague reasons to be miserable.

  I had not seen any better.




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