” “Do what?” “Oh!—anything. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. ’ Your name alone would fill any music hall in London. You will have lots of time on your hands. It begins with that queer piccolo solo. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered.
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