On the way he confessed. Happened to be at the Chariot, you know, with Trodger, and it’s review day. ‘Dear me. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponents into the water. She responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. “I will come—with pleasure,” she said, “if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance—not to refer to—Paris—at all. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. Too much, perhaps. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. I’m very resourceful, you know. I may want you. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace.
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