It's those things
and the love of fighting--men have always loved to fight. Civilization
hasn't taken it out of them; men still have the brute in them that loves
to fight!"
"I don't think so," said Ramsey. "Americans don't love to fight; I don't
know about other countries, but we don't. Of course, here and there,
there's some fellow that likes to hunt around for scrapes, but I never
saw more than three or four in my life that acted that way. Of course a
football team often has a scrapper or two on it, but that's different."
"No," she said. "I think you all really love to fight."
Ramsey was roused to become argumentative. "I don't see where you get
the idea. Colburn isn't that way, and back at school there wasn't a
single boy that was anything like that."
"What!" She stopped, and turned suddenly to face him.
"What's the matter?" he said, stopping, too. Something he said had
startled her, evidently.
"How can you say such a thing?" she cried. "_You_ love to fight!"
"Me?"
"You do! You love fighting. You always have loved fighting.
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