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She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. "When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. She never expected to get her ladyship home alive. I am gambling on his intuition. " "Spare him! spare him!" cried Mrs.
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