If we can once breach that rampart the Vote must inevitably follow.

Oh _how_ we have been dumb before our shearers! The rottenness of Man's law....

The perjury, corruption, waste of time, special pleading that go on in our male courts of _in_justice, the verdicts of male juries!" _Norie_: "Just so.

But can't you find a little time to be social?
Why be so morose?
For instance, why not come and be introduced to Michael Rossiter?
He's a dear--amazingly clever--a kind of prophet--Your one confidant, Stead, thinks a lot of him." _Vivie_: "_Dear_ Norie--I can't.

I swore two years ago I would drop Society and run no risk of being found out as 'Mrs.Warren's daughter.' That beast George Crofts revenged himself because I wouldn't marry him by letting it be known here and there that I _was_ the daughter of the 'notorious Mrs.Warren'; whereupon several of the people I liked--you remember ?--dropped me--the Burne-Joneses, the Lacrevys.