She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield
Street. There was a young lad ahead of her. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. I'm likely to get up any time in the night to work. There's a feather in your
cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. S. He embraced her like her
father once had. It was still
too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last
page—fifty-six. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic
work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the
sentence set forth in paragraph 1. She didn’t choose her man. ’
Charvill eyed the girl with resentment. "What the devil
makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a
queer plight. The next weekend arrived and she made her decision.
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