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“There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!" CHAPTER XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. . After all, that was life. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep.
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