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‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen. Her
face is shaped funny, real long and skinny, and she has no
chin. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. The man himself
was not a pleasant object. And yet, mulling it over, he began to understand why the white man was so
powerful in the world: he was taught loyalty and fair play in his schools, and he
carried this spirit the world which his forebears had conquered. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. No one spoke to her. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract
until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. Afterward she
wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it
tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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