She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. He must not in any way call their attention to it. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. Well, I don't blame you on that ground.
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