" "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. She did not so much deal with Ann Veronica’s interpolations as dispose of them with quick and use-hardened repartee, and then she went on with a fine directness to sketch the case for her agitation, for that remarkable rebellion of the women that was then agitating the whole world of politics and discussion. Stir a foot, and I strike. At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. Does that boy live in some sort of personal cave? Like, I think he might even be thinking about asking you out again! That is what I think. "I am utterly lost.
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