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“To the view that all women ought to have votes whether they like it or not. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
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