My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. 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. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. He had heard nothing. ‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter.
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