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It’s these damned novels. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. For if Gerald had indeed gone to see this Prudence, it was better to wait for his report. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. Ever since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack Sheppard's cage. “Go to London,” said Ann Veronica. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. ” Mrs. From other obscure hints dropped by the speakers, Mrs.
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