She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. Anna looked at her curiously, and with sinking heart. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. “Here goes,” he said. ’ ‘Grossly unfair, too. “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.
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