“Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?” She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. " "You'd better hold your peace, my lad," observed Jonathan, in a menacing tone. Up to dinner yesterday I did not expect to come to Canton. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. ‘Soldier of fortune. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley.
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