“You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person. “Women should understand men’s affairs, perhaps,” said Miss Garvice, “but to mingle in them is just to sacrifice that power of influencing they can exercise now. They were delighted. “It’s your birthday today, May Day. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. " There was a pause. “You are going to treat me as though I wasn’t. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. ” “You are very kind,” Anna said.
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