Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. “I saw—they knocked off your fetters yesterday. Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. She took a deep breath. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. Of the women felons' rooms nothing has yet been said. “Exactly.
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