Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. I must take you to the Suffrage people, and the Tolstoyans, and the Fabians.
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