A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. It took my breath away.
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