“It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as he hastened across the street. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. I did not reckon upon—him. His lips were tight drawn. “Beats me. Miss Garvice assumed a quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. ” His eyes were squeezed shut.
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