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And again she watched the performance, and once more turned her back.
"Let me try," she said, when the _coup-de-grace_ had been administered
to a lusty, brilliant-tinted bulltrout. And, rod in hand, she bent
breathless and intent over the bushes, cautiously thrusting the tip
through a thicket of mint.
She lost two fish, then hooked a third--a small one; but when she lifted
it gasping into the sunlight, she shivered and called to Selwyn:
"Unhook it and throw it back! I--I simply can't stand that!"
Splash! went the astonished trout; and she sighed her relief.
"There's no doubt about it," she said, "you and I certainly do belong
to different species of the same genus; men and women _are_ separate
species. Do you deny it?"
"I should hate to lose you that way," he returned teasingly.
"Well, you can't avoid it. I gladly admit that woman is not too closely
related to man. We don't like to kill things; it's an ingrained
distaste, not merely a matter of ethical philosophy.


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