She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. Lucy acted the part of savoring the end of the meal, but it was difficult. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. She pointed.
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