It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. The perception of him flooded her being. Some day, when the rewards of literature permit the arduous research
required, the Campaign of the Women will find its Carlyle, and the particulars of
that marvellous series of exploits by which Miss Brett and her colleagues nagged
the whole Western world into the discussion of women’s position become the
material for the most delightful and amazing descriptions. “Thank you,” she said coolly. “Let me see,” he said. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up
to the table, and thrust in a chair.
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