But it is my fault. ” Suppose in some complex yet conceivable way women were endowed, were no longer economically and socially dependent on men. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. ‘I haven’t been so much entertained since I left the Army.
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