“Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing
her eyes. This happened after he ate. The entrance of the house
85
was grand, and upon entering she was immediately
greeted by John’s mother, a tall, thin woman quite a few
years older than Cathy Beck. \"Thanks for lending me the clothes. The place was gloomy,
with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. Preparations were next made
for taking Thames on board. It
was only a matter of time. A
siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. She was still more stirred
by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a
big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized
expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and
respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver
discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women
badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public
meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and
screaming, her soul revolted. She took a deep breath. It was
a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored
swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a
petticoat. “Afterwards it seems to me that there are no limits to what one may not do
amongst one’s own set. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing.
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