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Chapter I

FOREWORD

My life has been out of the ordinary run of woman's life. Circumstances have forced me to the front, where I have met both Knights and Cowards. Circumstances have compelled me to stand my ground and fight the great Fight single-handed and alone. Sometimes a suspicion has been born in my mind that undue credit for a courage I did not really possess, had often been accorded me by a Public, generally kind and oft times just.

A soldier goes into battle, there is an unseen Power behind with the point of a bayonet pressed to his very back; to waver would be death and destruction, and so he fights onward, cheered by the multitude, while his ears are deaf to the applause: HE only knows he dare not halt; HE only feels he must not stop--there is work to do, and there is the Power behind. Is he a brave man because he fights and presses on?

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