Overcome by his affliction, Mr. ‘Pitiful. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. They mean something.
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