They are all, my men and women, artificially made, not born.

Twenty-three shillings a week has kept me well outside the locked doors." "Yet, you know, in many ways," she reflected, "Mona is like me." "Like you because she was a helper of men," he assented swiftly, "a woman of large sympathies, appealing to me, I suppose, because in my solitude, thoughts of my own weakness taunted me, weakness because I couldn't break out, I mean.

Perhaps for that reason the thought of a strong woman fascinated me, a woman large in thoughts and ways, a woman to whom purposes and tendencies counted most.

I dreamed of a woman sweetly omnipotent, strong without a shadow of masculinity.

That is where my Mona was to be different from all other created figures." "Chance," she declared, "is a wonderful thing.