She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. What!—add another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently.
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