I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. One day they were at tea in the laboratory and a discussion sprang up about the question of women’s suffrage. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. "Well, Sir Rowland," he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his features, "I will not gainsay your words.
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