‘How could you possibly know it?’
‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame
Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he
never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. ‘Now then, missie. Too late, alas, to stop the disastrous marriage. "
In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and
stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long
rusty nail, which projected from the boards. She helped him take it off. 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. Anna and her escort exchanged glances.
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