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He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. "Who are you?" inquired Mrs. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant.
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