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’ ‘Emile Gosse,’ Melusine said flatly, in the same language. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. He had not had time to aim the pistol. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. It was perfectly logical. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. This is the one movement that brings women of different classes together for a common purpose.
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