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In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. 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. Ennison stood by her side. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated.
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