“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. “I knew that you waited at the farmhouse. "Mr. “Why?” “I still love you. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. You will wonder why he did not hold the pearls until Father returned. You are right. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. I'm having some unexpected guests. ” She whispered. He flipped the television on.
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