  As they left the house an hour later, walking down the path slowly, shoulder to shoulder, she said: "Mr. Brown, I want you to like that house." A sudden and subtly hideous idea glided into his brain. "You don't believe in suffragettes, do you?" he said, forcing a hollow laugh. "Why, I am one. Didn't you know it?" "You!" "Certainly. Goodness! how you did run! But," she added with innocent satisfaction, "I think I have secured every bit as good a one as the one Gladys chased out of a tree with her horrid marmoset." |
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