Then a
handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was
her favourite canary. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. The ragged edge. “By Jove!” she said, standing up at last, “that about finishes it, Ann
Veronica!”
CHAPTER THE TENTH
THE SUFFRAGETTES
Part 1
“There is only one way out of all this,” said Ann Veronica, sitting up in her
little bed in the darkness and biting at her nails. Then the foremost
bowed and passed on. It runs about gayly, it
romps, it is bright and pretty, it has enormous quantities of soft hair and more
power of expressing affection than its brothers.
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