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Stir a foot, and I strike. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. I saw the blood come as he rolled over. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. 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. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. "I shall like to call you that. It is that, is it not?” “No,” he answered readily.
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