“And do you mind?” asked Connie.

“I could kill them. When I’m with a woman who’s really Lesbian, I fairly howl in my soul, wanting to kill her.”

“And what do you do?”

“Just get away as fast as I can.”

“But do you think Lesbian women any worse than homosexual men?”

“ I do! Because I’ve suffered more from them. In the abstract, I’ve no idea. When I get with a Lesbian woman, whether she knows she’s one or not, I see red. No, no! But I wanted to have nothing to do with any woman any more. I wanted to keep to myself: keep my privacy and my decency.”

He looked pale, and his brows were sombre.