’ The lady frowned suspiciously. 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. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. "I shall value it highly, and will promise never to part with it. We are off for a second honeymoon. Read it, and you'll find that your unfortunate uncle, Sir Rowland, surrenders to you all the estates in Lancashire. And now she had sent Jack away. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. But the offences I have committed are venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father.
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