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. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. "But, I own, I think it is like. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel.
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