‘As for what to do, I wonder if young Charvill would be worth a visit. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path.
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