Little woman, you have been brave enough before. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes. She came in now with an air of reserved solicitude. It was owing to the untimely end of this poor fellow that Mrs. They clapped wildly afterward. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Her heart's in the right place, at all events; and, since that's the case, the rest may perhaps come round, —that is, if she gets through her present illness.
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