“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. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. En tout cas, we are not talking of that kiss, but of this
one. “Too greasy for me. Tears flowed in rivulets down
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her cheeks and she began to cry. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. And as he walked by her side they began a wrangle that
was none the less pleasant to Ann Veronica because it served to banish a
disagreeable preoccupation.
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