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The hound’s grandfather.
"Andtheirheartsaresoft,too,"theDoctorwenton,"andthingsthatweshouldn’tthinkanythingofhurtthemdreadfully.Sothatamanhastobeverycareful,notonlyofhisfists,butofhiswords.They’reawfullybrave,youknow,"hewenton."ThinkofBobbiewaitingaloneinthetunnelwiththatpoorchap.It’sanoddthing--thesofterandmoreeasilyhurtawomanisthebettershecanscrewherselfuptodowhatHAStobedone.I’veseensomebravewomen—yourMother’sone,"heendedabruptly.
"Yes,"saidPeter.
"Well,that’sall.Excusemymentioningit.Butnobodyknowseverythingwithoutbeingtold.AndyouseewhatImean,don’tyou?"
"Yes,"saidPeter."I’msorry.There!"
"Ofcourseyouare!Peoplealwaysare—directlytheyunderstand.Everyoneoughttobetaughtthesescientificfacts.Solong!"
Theyshookhandsheartily.WhenPetercamehome,hissisterslookedathimdoubtfully.
"It’sPax,"saidPeter,dumpingdownthebasketonthetable."Dr.Forresthasbeentalkingscientifictome.No,it’snousemytellingyouwhathesaid;youwouldn’tunderstand.Butitallcomestoyougirlsbeingpoor,soft,weak,frightenedthingslikerabbits,sousmenhavejustgottoputupwiththem.Hesaidyouwerefemalebeasts.
