" "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. " "So do I," replied Ruth. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. The skipper obeyed, and in another moment, they swept through the narrow lock. Rhea went down, screeching and clawing at the air for the sword, which clanked heavily on the ground. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid.
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