“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. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. It slid off flimsily. Smith's melody had subsided. Ralph. Annabel entered. Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be. " She wanted to dance. McClintock sent his yacht over for us this morning. And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth.
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