A man and woman, neither old, are by a mischance left on an island in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, where they are forced to abide for some months. Through a peculiar combination of circumstances they find a house ready prepared for their occupancy, and the story is then concerned with the fortunes and misfortunes of the two until they are rescued--if rescue it can be termed.
ing that makes brave men tremble. I think wisdom should be tempered with mercy."
After a pause, and with a touch of sarcasm, she replied:
"That is quite interesting. A fresh point of view always broadens the horizon."
Ignoring her tone, he answered in an off-hand, amiable way:
"Of course there is no reason why a woman should not enter politics or anything else, if she wishes. And there is no reason why a rose should not aspire to be a useful potato. But potatoes will always be cheaper than roses."
She smiled wearily and leaned back. As their eyes met he detected a look of disappointment--perhaps at her discovery of yet one more man like all the others, earthy and superficial. But she merely said, and in a gentle tone:
"You forget that while all men are wise, all women are not beautiful."
With a deep sigh he replied, "The profundity of your contempt I can only guess at. Whatever it is, I share it. We are a poor lot.
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