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” Ann Veronica was silent for a while. “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. A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:— "Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. ” She felt his heart warming the small room like a radiator. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. Not then. “Well,” she achieved at last. “I supposed that he took off his hat to you. ” “Girls!” cried Ann Veronica. She was not Madame Melusine Valade. You cannot—shall not retreat. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table.
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