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“I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. He wisely refrained from questioning the manager of the Victoria. ‘Thought it was downright wicked to keep you ignorant of your proper background. . I seek chaos, but not out of choice. “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. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. “Delusion!” “You can call it what you like,” she said.
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