She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. An unexpected vacancy, wasn’t it? Every one comes in on unexpected vacancy. . He waved a cordial goodbye. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. Only of course I must begin something else at once.
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