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She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. I chose you for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your great beauty. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote.
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