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. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. If some of them are bad in the sense you mean, it is because there are bad folks in all walks of life. ” “You do not understand me at all,” she declared.
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