‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. . ’ ‘From you,’ the lady threw at him furiously. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. She stared at him. simply lost all hope. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. Here your nephew will speedily be thrown. They are more base then the animals and cannot be suffered to live, do you understand?” She nodded. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. By 12:30 a. Marvel, who was now quite dissolved in tears, "I shall never survive this scene.
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