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John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote.
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