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When she slipped off of it her head started to bob, filled with air. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. ” He was suddenly calm. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. CHAPTER XII. F.
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