“Showtime!” Martin cried. And the fences are down for good. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. Without her, it was lonely. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. This is such a grand time! Such a glorious time! There never was such a time as this! Everything seems so close to fruition, so coming on and leading on! The Insurrection of Women! They spring up everywhere. I sat within a few feet of him. She described it so vividly.
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