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Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. “I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—” He disregarded her entirely. Holcroft, we may have been mistaken. " The Wastrel laughed. She became at times an embodiment for Ann Veronica of all that made the suffrage movement defective and unsatisfying. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt and loose knickerbockers and puttees—a costume that suited the fine, long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could do. ” She spotted a beer bottle and picked it up from the ground.
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