CONTENTS
Some do not
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Author: Ford Madox Ford (1873-1939)
Year: 1924
She went away, up the cockle-shell path, between ankle-high railings, crying bitterly. An old tramp, with red weeping eyes and a thin white beard, regarded her curiously from where he lay on the grass. He imagined himself the monarch of the landscape.
"That's women!" he said, with the apparently imbecile enigmaticality of the old and hardened. "Some do!" He spat into the grass; said "Ah!" then added: "Some do not!"
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