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We find out no man will treat a woman fairly as man to man—no man. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him. The fellow is little better than a lunatic. " "Who made such a law?" "This world is governed by minorities—in politics, in religion, in society. His age was not far from fifty.
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