Sally Bishop eBook

E. Temple Thurston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about Sally Bishop.

Some of that instinct, but in its various and lesser degrees, is left in us now.  For one moment it rose in the mind of Sally Bishop, as she turned into Bedford Street and directed her course towards Piccadilly Circus.  It had crossed her mind in suspicion—­the uprush of an idea, as a bubble struggles to the surface—­that the man whom she had found waiting outside the premises of Bonsfield & Co. had had the intention in his mind to speak to her as she passed.  Now, as she looked sideways when she turned the corner, and found that he had altered his direction—­was following her—­the suspicion became a conviction.  She knew.

In the first realization, the thought of adventure thrilled her.  A life, quiet and uneventful such as hers, looks of necessity for its happiness to the little thrills, the little emotions that combine to make one day less monotonous than another.  But when, having reached Garrick Street and, looking hurriedly over her shoulder, she found that not only was he still following, but that he had perceptibly lessened the distance between them, the spirit of interest sank—­died out, like a candle snuffed in a gale.  In that moment she became afraid.

It is nameless, that terror in the mind of a woman pursued.  Yet without it one of the first of her abstract attractions would be gone.  Undoubtedly it is the joy of the pursuer that the quarry should take to flight.  Would there be any chase without?  But long years of study amongst the more advanced of us have made the fact of rather common knowledge.  The woman has learnt that to be caught there must be flight, and, in assuming it, she has acquired for herself the instincts of the pursuer.  So an army, resorting to the strategy of retreat, is still the pursuer in the more subtle sense of the word.  It is this strategy that is cunningly taught in the modern, genteel education of the sex.  The virtue of chastity it is called, but over the length of time it has come to be a forced growth; it has altered intrinsically in its composition.  Education has learnt to make use of chastity, rather than to acquire it for itself.  And, after all, what is it in itself, when the gilt of its glamour is stripped, like tinsel, from the fairy’s pantomimic wand?

There is, when everything has been said, only one value in chastity in its ideal sense, so long as we are tied to these conditions of human instinct, and that is in the value that it brings to women.  Without it, a woman may be the essence of fascination; she may be the completeness of attraction, but for the need of the race she is undesirable.  Without chastity, a woman may be most things to a man, but she cannot be a mother to his child.

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