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Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. ” Anna glanced towards her sister, but the latter avoided her eyes. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day.
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