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Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. "I was only commenting. She was conscious the whole conversation of Michelle, trying to divine what the girl was planning to do. Wait, though. Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. There has never been a white woman at McClintock's.
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