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be useful to you. To be
sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that
shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if
all the world knew it. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending
over my bedside. Miss Garvice assumed a
quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s
example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it
was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of
evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much
they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. ”
She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and
strong. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of
imprisonment. Always as black and bitter as gall. She
shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. And if he
won’t—”
But she did not give even unspoken words to the alternative at that time.
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