”
“You’ll never pay me. And me, I wish to know why you have seen
him. Wood, softening her asperity. "Then you'll never know more than this," retorted Blueskin, with a grin of
satisfaction;—"they're in a place of safety, where you'll never find 'em, but where
somebody else will, and that before long. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the
fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big
portal. She seemed to assume that it must
certainly be something she had said. 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. Your life is like a funeral March.
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