She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that
was embedded around his scalp. “For men have reason, women rhyme
A man scores always, all the time. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. She smiled at
the sight of him, and thereat his radiation increased. She happened to have an acute
sense of form and unusual mental lucidity, and she found in biology, and
particularly in comparative anatomy, a very considerable interest, albeit the
illumination it cast upon her personal life was not altogether direct. They travelled past the few idle sightseers who had braved the uninviting
evening to see what the Suffragettes might be doing; they pulled up
unchallenged within thirty yards of those coveted portals.
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