“Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. ’ The expression on Emile Gosse’s face was vicious under the smile. For a time she promenaded the room. I have—run away. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. When I heard about Larry I was going 159 to call you, I was, but, well, there is no excuse, is there? I acted like I was afraid of you, afraid that I liked you, so I ignored you like a coward. But I liked to say it. 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. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science.
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