” He made quite a long pause, and went on, with a sigh: “You have a voting paper given you—” They emerged into the publicity of the lawn. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. But he has never been near her—never. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another.
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