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Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. I am not French in the least. ” He followed up a line of thought. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. Miss Garvice assumed a quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived.
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