‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. The girls had such freedom, a wonderful chance afforded to them to go out in the wide world before making babies, it was nothing like the world she had come of age in. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. Miss Klegg raised the question of women’s suffrage, and he set himself to provoke a duel between her and Miss Garvice. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. . ” “Not now. " "Ah. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil.
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