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"Now stand before me, Poll. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I know that I love you. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. But a far greater affliction was in store for her. My politics in that matter wouldn’t be to give women votes. “Oh, it is okay. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. It is not so. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence.
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