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She crept out of the shadows. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. They struck her as cold and indifferent. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”. ‘He just came. He then spoke with a certain fatherly kindliness of the past. He pulled her from him to kiss her on the mouth and paused, looking into her face. “It’s jolly,” he said, “to feel you have come to me. If you don't conquer this disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and then nothing can save you. Ruth went on to explain. Since the discovery of them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. Montague Hill.
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