Ask your own conscience. She crept out of the shadows. “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. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. " Ruth brushed her eyes with one hand and with the other signed for the spinster to stop. “I think that you are very dense. " "But you can imagine it. ” He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift and touched his face. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. \"I'm sorry, Larry. Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully.
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