” “I’ll wait, then. ” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. “Freedom! Citizenship! And the way to that—the way to everything—is the Vote. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. He did not stagger in the least. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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