But at least it gave her more time. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. "The key," replied the widow. Epithalamy might do. “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. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. ’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. Anna sent her away. Then Ramage appeared with effusion, and ushered her into his inner apartment. I overheard what Mr. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again.
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