The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute.
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