She was pensive and thoughtful. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. " "Mr. ” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. " Trenchard took up a pen. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. ” “But—” “He left her alone. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid.
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