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On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. " "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Sepulchre's clock struck eight. She had nothing to say for herself. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. That really settles about that. ” She looked into her glass. \"Has your heart melted, Lucia? Can you see the purposefulness of your future?\" Marina asked. ” Anna hesitated, and then held out the letter. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous.
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