‘Then I am not mad in the least. “My dear, you have learned the hard way what happens when you do not eat. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at the bottom of the sea. God had never answered any of her prayers. A lucky escape. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. We’ve brought a carriage to take you back to London, and I’ve settled with Trodger, who has just given me a coherent account of the affair. Nor my grandfathers both. How much Mary knew is a mystery. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. Wants me to look out for you a bit. 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.
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