Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. ‘Point it at me. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. ’ His features relaxed again and he grinned.
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