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He returned the locket without comment. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows, when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. " As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his slumbers. “Lucy, I have to talk to you. ” He did not move. “I have had nothing since, and it seems a very long time. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. At present the world waits for that writer, and the confused record of the newspapers remains the only resource of the curious. Smith, "upon my conscience. “It is unimportant,” she said. ” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart.
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