“You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass. “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. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Better to remain silent. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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