" "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. ” “And you can’t?” “I don’t think I ought to control myself. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood.
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