Why open my mouth if there might not be a need for it when all’s said?’ Melusine acknowledged the logic of this. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. I would that you were my own. 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. She had heard Alice talking and crying at the same time, a painful noise. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected.
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