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"Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my friend again. I'm entirely at your service. Some day, when the rewards of literature permit the arduous research required, the Campaign of the Women will find its Carlyle, and the particulars of that marvellous series of exploits by which Miss Brett and her colleagues nagged the whole Western world into the discussion of women’s position become the material for the most delightful and amazing descriptions. “Child! An Oracle is a woman who has had her womb poisoned out of her, a eunuch. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Sheppard despairingly. I've got the watch-spring saw in my sleeve.
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