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“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. "Mr. ’ The fellow seized on this. One or the other. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. It was not possible. Their poor hands!” “I know,” said Mr. He would be so disappointed. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly.
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