She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. “Take me back. Men fled from their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater dangers. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed.
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