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“But if you weren’t keen on the suffrage business, why on earth did you go to prison?” Ann Veronica reflected. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. Very dark, like yours, ma’am.
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