‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. ‘She knows them. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. In fact he was thinking of other things. ” He smiled at her. He’s riding down the drive. Waving a white flag, naturally. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. Some day, when the rewards of literature permit the arduous research required, the Campaign of the Women will find its Carlyle, and the particulars of that marvellous series of exploits by which Miss Brett and her colleagues nagged the whole Western world into the discussion of women’s position become the material for the most delightful and amazing descriptions. You can live just about how you like. She must learn wisdom—as God pleases.
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