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🏆 “You feel you must beat that drum,” he suggested. “Beat it louder and louder and louder till all the world shall hear it.” “It’s rather a delicate business,” she told Joan. She was lying on a couch in her great library, and Joan was seated by her side. “I want someone who can go into private houses and mix with educated people on their own level; and especially I want you to see one or two women: they count in France. You know French pretty well, don’t you?”!

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