’ She thrust him into the aperture, and pushed the hilt of the sword into his hand. ’ His finger came out and Melusine felt it stroke her cheek. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. 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. ’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. She twisted her fingers tightly.
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