“Yes,” she answered, looking away. The youth with
his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a
man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’
Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the
Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into
something higher. "I don't know. He turned. ‘Hang it all, Mrs Sindlesham is right! You are two of a kind. Know that, don’t you?’
‘Of course I know it,’ Lucy told him, and Melusine read the whisper in her
mouth of those precious words, ‘I love you. They don’t count, and I don’t care. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on
me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and
drinking my liquor into the bargain.
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