I can't bear it. She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her
hand. “You can date whomever you
wish. ‘Gérard!’
‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. 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. "So much the better," rejoined Sir Rowland. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son.
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