"She has
no secrets from me. You are
the High Priestess of Life. ‘He prayeth best who loveth best—all things both great
and small. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind. ’
‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. 130
“You look fantastic!” He said, sitting down next to
her on the sectional sofa, his black tee shirt and blue jeans
in stark contrast to her cream colored princess gown. 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. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Taber? There is a possibility. And yet, at the end of this prayer a
subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. The villain has enjoyed his security too long.
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