It is so ridiculous. I asked
him to take me away, and hide me. She turned on the lad with her, who was
visibly relieved. Lucy had baked the apple and
pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and
adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while
no one looked. 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 sat on the edge of the bed
—the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that
she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. He looked at it eagerly,
but made no movement to take it. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the
shutters and opened them. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica.
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