” Ennison was dismayed. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. 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. “Yes, I believe he is. “You are wrong! I did not think you thought such things.
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