Selling out of the Army to take up his inheritance had spelled boredom to Gerald Alderley. For a time she brooded on the ideals and suggestions of the Socialists, on the vague intimations of an Endowment of Motherhood, of a complete relaxation of that intense individual dependence for women which is woven into the existing social order. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. You have made your public, you are already a personage. “Yes,” she said, very faintly.
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