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Flint, Homer Eon, 1892-1924

"The Emancipatrix"

I"--he paused, abashed--"I am
not so sure of myself, Dulnop, when I hear Their accursed buzzing. I
fear--I am afraid I might give in!"
At this Dulnop broke down, and fell to sobbing. Nothing could have told
the investigators so well just how childlike the Sanusians really were.
Corrus had all he could do to hold in himself.
"Mownoth!" he exclaimed, his eyes raised fervently. "If it be thy will
to deliver us, give us the secret this night!"
Meanwhile, in Rolla's hut, a similar scene was going on under the
doctor's projected eye. Cunora lost her nerve, and Rolls came near to
doing the same in her efforts to comfort the other.
"They are heartless things!" Rolla exclaimed with such bitterness as her
nature would permit. "They know not what love is: They with their drones
and their egg-babes! What is family life to Them? Nothing!
"Somehow I feel that Their reign is nearly at an end, Cunora. Perhaps
the great secret shall be given us to-night!"
The girl dried her tears. "Why say ye that, Rolla?"
"Because the time be ripe for it. Are not all our kind looking forward
to it? Are we not all expecting and longing for it? Know we not that we
shall, must, have what we all so earnestly desire?" It was striking, to
hear this bit of modern psychology uttered by this primitive woman.


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