” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. ‘So now you will please to go away and leave me to my business. Besides, I thought you despised killing women.
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