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His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. Mere hangers on. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote. The doctor would naturally offer a hundred objections; he might seriously interfere; so he must be forestalled. “Don’t let them know I’m here. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?" "No.
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