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"Pooh! nonsense. There are as many good fish in the sea as ever came
out of it. If you won't do as Beryl did--by the bye isn't she a
swell in these days! And _strict_ with her daughters! She won't let
'em come here, I'm told, because of some silly story some one set
abroad about me! And that humbug, Francis Brimley Storrington--by
the bye he's an A.R.A. now and scarcely has enough talent to design
a dog kennel, yet they've given him the job of the new stables at
Buckingham Palace. Well if you won't share some one else's husband,
pick out a good man for yourself. There must be plenty going--some
retired prize-fighter. They seem all the rage just now, and are
supposed to be awfully gentlemanly out of the ring."
"Don't be perverse. You know exactly how I feel. I'm wasting the
prime of my life. I see no clear course marked out before me.
Sometimes I think I would like to explore Central Africa or get up a
Woman's Expedition to the South Pole. Life has seemed so flat since
I gave up being David Williams. Then I lived in a perpetual thrill,
always on my guard. I tire every now and then of my monkey tricks,
and the praise of all these women leaves me cold. I wish I were as
simple minded as most of them are. To them the Vote seems the
beginning of the millennium. They seem to forget that after we've
_got_ the Vote we shall have another fight to be admitted as members
to the House.
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