"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. “I don’t see why not,” he answered. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. But while there's life there's hope. “The man who was found dead in your sister’s room was named Hill?” “It is the man,” she answered. And afterward she saw a very much larger and more enthusiastic gathering, a meeting of the advanced section of the woman movement in Caxton Hall, where the same note of vast changes in progress sounded; and she went to a soiree of the Dress Reform Association and visited a Food Reform Exhibition, where imminent change was made even alarmingly visible.
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