“Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. You are infatuated. Tears began to stream from her cheeks. They will be safe. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. She became at times an embodiment for Ann Veronica of all that made the suffrage movement defective and unsatisfying.
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