Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. F. ” John greeted him. She knew that the stairs they had to negotiate to the vestry were extremely narrow, and she had made her plans. 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. It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention.
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