“Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was
at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things
as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry
thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?”
She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that
desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is
worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. It
seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused. Her gown was minimalist compared
to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she
reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on
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brambles and twigs. Stanley was
throughout enigmatical, with an anxious eye on her husband and Alice. ‘That is good. "He has heard of your
wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. . ”
She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright
contagious hopefulness. Battle, murder, and sudden
death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. "
"That wouldn't answer my purpose," replied Jonathan, savagely. ” Her words were slurred
with sleep.
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