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She said. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his
waistcoat. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. Old Newgate
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X. Life
is so good. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. “To the view that all those Splendid Women in the movement ought to have
votes. She tried to
compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm
beauty of the surroundings.
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