The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. I got myself locked up to cool off. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it the better. The youth with his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’ Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into something higher. I have—run away.
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