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“Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. ” “Oh, Drummond’s dinner!” she repeated. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. " "My strength fails me," gasped the fugitive. “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. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass.
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