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I believe—I believe that I must risk it. She worried for Cathy, working double shifts at the nearby family restaurant to help make ends meet. Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. "I've known several cases where the ignominious doom I've mentioned has been foretold by such an accident as has just befallen you. “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.
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