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‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. 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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