Arthur Stringer

“ There was a tradition in Amboro that either the field captain or the class president of each term for eleven years back had duly, but hopelessly proposed to her, and had, of course, been promptly, yet tenderly rejected.
Not that Anne was a coquette in the ordinary sense of that odious word. It had always seemed to be her sportsmanlike principle to kill only what was needed for camp; she would surrender to no impulse for slaughter for the mere sake of the killing. ”

“ He remembered only too well that it was a habit of Nature to chloroform her victims, as it were, before accomplishing the great cosmic processes, and he had always, since adopting the firm-fixed resolution that the celibate life was the only path through which he might reach his scholastic ends, fought fiercely and stubbornly against the subtly lethal influence that Anne seemed to shed around her. ”

“ Then she sighed. “There's one thing nice about a woman hater—he always tells you the truth, whether he means to or not.”
The professor of anthropology looked at Anne apprehensively. He sometimes found it hard to understand that enigmatic young lady, for all her appearance of brusque straightforwardness. ”