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I’ve had it, Sheila. Ruth with Rollo as her guide explored the island. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ‘When she lies outright, she thinks about it. It was horrible. ’ ‘Eh? Why did you not say so, man?’ demanded Hilary crossly. “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. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go.
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