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“I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. “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 is the same man, Annabel,” she said. “Can you give me any information as to this affair?” he asked. ” “I came,” Anna answered, looking her sister steadily in the face, “to hear all that you can tell me about a man named Hill.
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