“I don’t see that his being a good sort matters. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. “This is the slavery of the veiled life. I just never had anything else fun to do. I'm burning up. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. “Will you be moral and your species, or immoral and yourself? We’ve decided to be immoral. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals.
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