"A missioner! That illuminates everything. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. Her hand came up and she laced her fingers with his. 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. The latch came with a weak click.
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