\"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly embroidered yoke. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. “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. ” “You must admit,” he declared, “that to us—who had seen you—the thought of your trying anything else was amazing. Come on. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. I only know that it is right to do what I do. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship.
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