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Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told
Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had
once been willowy. 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. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey
XVII. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of. "
"Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. Along the inner
side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell
himself had prepared. “And then they are swollen up and
inflamed and drunken with matter. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining
some employment in London. Only
I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind.
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