She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. " "That's reasonable. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. ” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. “All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica. 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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