‘That’s simply your old-fashioned masculine attitude towards the female, Mr Marson. You look on woman as a weak creature to be shielded and petted. We aren’t anything of the sort. We’re terrors. We’re as hard as nails. We’re awful creatures. You mustn’t let my sex interfere with your trying to get this reward. Think of me as if I were another man. We’re up against each other in a fair fight, and I don’t want any special privileges. If you don’t do your best from now onwards, I shall never forgive you. Do you understand?’
