He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. He pulled her from him to kiss her on the mouth and paused, looking into her face. ’ ‘You,’ announced the lady, throwing an explosive glare at the captain, ‘are a person entirely without sense. 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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