{"product_id":"2940013854246","title":"Pieces of Hate","description":"Women must be peculiar people, if that. We have just finished \"The Sheik,\" which is described on the jacket as possessing \"ALL the intense passion and tender feeling of the most vivid love stories, almost brutal in its revelations.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNaturally, we read it. The author is English and named E. M. Hull. The publishers expand the \"E\" to Ethel, but we have a theory of our own. At any rate the novelist displays an extraordinary knowledge of feminine psychology. It is profound. It is also a little disturbing because it sounds so silly. After all, whether peculiar or not women are round about us almost everywhere, and we must make the best of them. Accordingly, it terrifies us to learn that if by any chance whatsoever we happen to hit one of them and knock her down she will become devoted to us forever. The man who knows this will think twice before he strikes a woman no matter what the provocation. He will be inclined to count ten before letting a blow go instead of after. Miss Hull's book deserves the widest possible circulation because of its persuasive propaganda for forebearance on the part of men in their dealings with women.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeemingly, there are no exceptions to the rules about women laid down by Miss Hull. To state her theory concisely, the quickest way to reach a woman's heart is a right hook to the jaw. To take a specific instance, there was Miss Diana Mayo. She seemed an exception to the rule if ever a woman did. \"My God, Diana! Beauty like yours drives a man mad!\" said Arbuthnot, the young British lieutenant, in the moonlight at Biskra. More than that, \"He whispered ardently, his hands closing over the slim ones lying in her lap.\" Those were her own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill, Diana was no miss to take a hint. With a strength that seemed impossible for their slimness she disengaged her hands from his grasp. \"Please stop. I am sorry. We have been good friends, and it has never occurred to me that there could be anything beyond that. I never thought that you might love me. I never thought of you in that way at all. I don't understand it. When God made me he omitted to give me a heart. I have never loved any one in my life.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was before Miss Diana Mayo went into the desert and met the Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. The meeting was unconventional. Ahmed sacked the caravan and kidnapped Diana, seizing her off her horse's back at full gallop. \"His movement had been so quick she was unprepared and unable to resist. For a moment she was stunned, then her senses came back to her and she struggled wildly, but stifled in the thick folds of the Arab's robes, against which her face was crushed, and held in a grip that seemed to be slowly suffocating her, her struggles were futile. The hard, muscular arm around her hurt her acutely, her ribs seemed to be almost breaking under its weight and strength, it was nearly impossible to breathe with the close contact of his body.\"","brand":"Del Williams Media","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47171316547824,"sku":"2940013854246","price":4.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013854246_p0.jpg?v=1763595568","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013854246","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}