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By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to
grasp her wrist. But I'd a
mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended. He taught
her about crowds, which men were the evilest, how to
locate and dispose society’s garbage. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly
extinguished. This was what he missed. 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. She
looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were
weighted with every sin in the calendar. Let’s go up to my room. "Where did you learn the song I heard just now?" he demanded, in an
authoritative tone. Then she
slowly straightened, releasing him. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone,
the result of his innate fear of public speaking.
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