“The Vote is the symbol of everything,” said Miss Brett. The service had not proceeded far, when she was greatly disturbed by the entrance of a person who placed himself opposite her, and sought to attract her attention by a number of little arts, surveying her, as he did so, with a very impudent and offensive stare. ‘It is not your affair. That’s what I mean. But for him she might have been alive and happy. He had this thing for his twin daughters. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. Wood, I forget nothing. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father.
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