He's passed through some rough mental torture. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. 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. I do not know. Melusine glanced at the walls as she sped down the four flights of stairs, and noted with relief that some paintings remained. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. “I may as well come up by this train. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair.
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