She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan
and his janizaries. ’ It was the Press who
forced the identity upon me. The comparisons upon which
she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose
artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. This was in Tennessee. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes
to him, her mother had warned. The Foundation makes no representations concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States. In the subdued light she could not tell
whether he was asleep or awake. 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. She had eaten them. She alone of them all knew that
he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach.
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