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Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. That terrible Young Person! she’s vanished. . It stunned her. “I have to go out. "Not a syllable," replied Wild. “That’s not. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. 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.
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