“A little nervous. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. I went to her rooms to-night. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness.
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