‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. It is the same with animals. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. Before her was a great Gothic portal. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. ” They remained looking at each other for three or four seconds. There never is much left for me. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted.
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