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Let me see my child, if he is really here?"
"Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but
deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards
her. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Unless women are never
to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. The chance it is
the same for both. They mean everything that women can mean—except
submission. “Just hope that the ground doesn’t shift and unearth
them. The galleries adjoining it were
crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house
standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of
Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. "
By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. As he
looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. She sensed that he was looking for her.
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