But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. 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. Squads reached to the very portal of that centre of disturbance. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh. The reward is mine.
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