The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. "
"Where—where?" cried Thames. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he
amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. 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. “Let me hasten,” she said,
“to reassure you. That
wrappered life, as you call it—we’ve burned the confounded rags! Danced out of
it! We’re stark!”
“Stark!” echoed Ann Veronica. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone.
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