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For Mr Jarvis was beside himself when the letter come from Mr Charvill and he knew he’d lost you as well as Miss Mary. . Heaven forbid. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. "At a thought. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. . ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. ’ Jack blinked at her. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. "But I like Bobby Burns best. She hoped desperately that Mrs.
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