I cannot turn into a bat. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. ” Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. " "But I was intoxicated!" "So was the man you just fought in this room. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. “Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. They went first to a hotel, and then out again on to the boulevards. ” He paused for a moment, and then suddenly continued. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. I want to leave Paris to-day. Don’t look so frightened.
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