It was one of the drawbacks of civilization that so many had to do it of necessity.

It developed her on the wrong lines--against her nature.

This cry of the unsexed: that woman must always be the paid servant instead of the helper of man--paid for being mother, paid for being wife! Why not carry it to its logical conclusion, and insist that she should be paid for her embraces?
That she should share in man's labour, in his hopes, that was the true comradeship.

What mattered it, who held the purse-strings! Her room was always kept ready for her.

Often she would lie there, watching the moonlight creep across the floor; and a curious feeling would come to her of being something wandering, incomplete.