It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. “Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. My janizaries shall go with me.
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