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“Curious,” said the girl, “so am I. My father’s a mill manager near Bolton. You weren’t educated there?” Joan considered. “Yes,” she answered. “I should say he’s just the man to manage her.”!
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These physical activities into which women were throwing themselves! Where one used one’s body as well as one’s brain—hastened to appointments; gathered round noisy tables; met fellow human beings, argued with them, walked with them, laughing and talking; forced one’s way through crowds; cheered, shouted; stood up on platforms before a sea of faces; roused applause, filling and emptying one’s lungs; met interruptions with swift flash of wit or anger, faced opposition, danger—felt one’s blood surging through one’s veins, felt one’s nerves quivering with excitement; felt the delirious thrill of passion; felt the mad joy of the loosened animal. A well-known artist had been found murdered in his bed and grave suspicion attached to his beautiful young wife.
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