He did not stagger in the least. He drew a little breath and stepped back. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. That might happen on her birthday—in August. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women.
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