“No, I am alone,” she answered. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. 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. So it would always be between herself and Manning. The annihilation of the Terror which fascinated her and troubled her dreams o' nights.
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