” He was slightly tipsy. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. ‘You can’t go to England. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. Stanley considered. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica.
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