When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. \"I've got some chores to do and I usually cook dinner on weeknights. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. ’ He thought a wary look came into her face, but it was difficult to be sure. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. She was still more stirred by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and screaming, her soul revolted. Here was one that subtly mocked her.
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