“You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. “I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. ” He called for a hansom. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold.
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