It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket. It’s no good hiding it any more. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. The wards on the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female. She had never had a pet, never had a real doll. 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 drew her naked arms around herself. Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor babe. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. ‘Where was I? Oh yes.
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