“That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. ” She did not wait for Ann Veronica’s reply. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. Who was he?” “Intriguing.
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