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There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. “I find it very hard to write this letter. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. 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. "If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us. "I'm sorry," she said. ’ ‘So I heard. He reached over and took her hand. ‘Go then. I like such interviews. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. The man himself was not a pleasant object. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much.
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