He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. ” “Alcide’s songs are not atrocious,” Ennison remarked. Miss Garvice assumed a quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine.
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