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“He is evidently a friend of Mrs. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. ’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent, he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best, making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. At last his voice came to release her tension. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. Just what in the world was that about? Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. 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. Retract your words instantly, or take the consequences. “She’s proclaimed herself queen of the school. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. “Difficulties indeed.
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