But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. And Mother trusted him. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection. And on Monday and Tuesday she had failed to find him here. 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. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. ‘She’s terrified.
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