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If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. When she saw Ann Veronica she stood for a moment as if entranced, and then advanced with outstretched hands. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. 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. She bent down. Shortly Ruth and Spurlock took the way home.
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