And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. 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. “Just hope that the ground doesn’t shift and unearth them. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside. "I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome. My arm's nearly well again.
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