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Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. ” “It cannot be!” “It is in the grimoires. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. . One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. “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. He smiled tenderly.
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