Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. The investigators should have thought to check inside the garbage can. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely.
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