They were wed in Florence, in the grandest cathedral
she had ever seen, the Santa Maria del Fiore. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. I’m not such a bad sort. "
"Jack, my love," cried Mrs. ‘What the devil
for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. I rather think they
have kicked him, from the tone of some of the letters. ”
There was a shout of laughter. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. I
cannot explain beyond that. . 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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