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Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. ” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. My nerves are shaken. The terror faded from her eyes. If it hadn’t been for Professor Russell standing up for him, they say he would have had to leave.
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