The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. Mike chimed in. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. And you see, I don’t turn my back, and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. The three young men exchanged expressive glances.
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