He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. ” “We should go back. "Mr. " He laughed and pushed back his chair. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. “By Jove!” she said, standing up at last, “that about finishes it, Ann Veronica!” CHAPTER THE TENTH THE SUFFRAGETTES Part 1 “There is only one way out of all this,” said Ann Veronica, sitting up in her little bed in the darkness and biting at her nails.
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