Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. ” His eyes were closed. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of Lucy’s otherness.
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