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She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. You wanted to play a lone hand. It slid off flimsily. “You are not content then with stealing from me my name. She was consumed by misery and hate. “P. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. I love him as a brother. I will pray for you. She drove me.

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