“A glass slipped from the table,” he
explained. It depresses one, you know. “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. "Would you rather be alone?"
"No. Clement's church. Lucy's ears were singing. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet
for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. ’
‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. “I have not quarrelled with her. ’
‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. She’s
as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of
him ‘—utterly captivating. Not even, it
seemed, this interfering monsieur le major.
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