“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. It is to set me right with Winifred. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. What's this?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's memorandum. " "My courage gave out. ’ ‘Oh, this is becoming nonsensical,’ exclaimed Lucilla. I am going up to dine with my sister. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. Wild—" "I did," interrupted Jack; "and I never yet broke an engagement. “But we satisfy one another. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about.
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