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The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small, whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and her bags. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. “I’ve never been prone to them. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. "Ha! say you so? You must be looked to. As you brew so must you drink. She kissed Cathy's soft cheek as she entered the warm kitchen. I thought that you were he. I had no idea. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said.
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