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In Larry’s old Cadillac sedan, she sat in the backseat as Larry drove and Cathy sat beside him. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. White, who held out her hand and beamed a welcome upon him. There was something holding women down, holding women back, and if it wasn’t exactly man-made law, man-made law was an aspect of it. The note-passer lagged behind with her. He had attained the residence by his political ascension to the Duke of Herculis. I have never told you so, or Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. A sob was strangled in her throat. They compromised at length on the science course at the Tredgold Women’s College—she had already matriculated into London University from school—she came of age, and she bickered with her aunt for latch-key privileges on the strength of that and her season ticket. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her.
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