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” He snarled. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. 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. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. Wood—and after him came his daughter. Some days, his eyes were green. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. . Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over.
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