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“I want a vote for myself,” she said. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. “In self-defence I had to,” she answered. You skulk in shadows, following an émigré. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life.
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