He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. ” There was silence between them. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. ‘That’s a loud one. She must not show anything. ” He began. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief.
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