The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a
bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and
stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always
delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his
countrymen. Beyond was another door,
on which was painted in black letters:
MR. Miss Garvice assumed a
quality of neutrality, professed herself almost won over by Ann Veronica’s
example, and the Scotchman decided that if women had a distinctive sphere it
was, at any rate, an enlarging sphere, and no one who believed in the doctrine of
evolution could logically deny the vote to women “ultimately,” however much
they might be disposed to doubt the advisability of its immediate concession.
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