She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. ToC As Jack opened the gate, and crossed the little garden, which exhibited in every part the neatness and attention of its owner, he almost trembled at the idea of further disturbing her peace of mind. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. " The Wastrel laughed. “Please forgive me.
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