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"They showed these right opposite your windows?" she questioned. "Yes," he returned. "Our friend Mrs. Herrington did it herself. It was the first course of our dinner. If you think that's good taste " "I would expect it of her," said Alys Brewster-Smith. "But it makes it so easy for George," Emelene repeated. "They'll know now what sort of a man he is.
This buoyance was interrupted but once, and briefly, ere he gained the haven of his office. As he stepped quite too buoyantly into Fountain Square, he was all but run down by the new six-cylinder roadster of Mrs. Harvey Herrington, driven by the enthusiastic owner. He regained the curb in time, with a ready and heartfelt utterance nicely befitting the emergency.
You ought to have got that Herrington woman on your committee." "It's indelicate, unwomanly, indecent. It shows into what unsexed degradation politics will drag woman. But I'm relieved that that's all they're asking. Of course, I shall enforce the law for the protection of every class in our community with all the power of the " "Oh, shucks!
"I came up this afternoon," Mannering answered. "I heard that you were likely to be here, and as Lady Herrington had been kind enough to send me a card I came on." Lord Redford nodded. "Borrowdean and Anstruther are here too," he remarked. "We all felt in need of diversion. As you know very well, we're in a tight corner." Berenice came out from her place.
"One is from the corresponding secretary of the Women's Non-partisan Pacific Coast Association. She says that they would be glad to hear from you regarding your statement that equal suffrage, in the western states, is an acknowledged failure." "She'll wait!" George predicted grimly. "Yes, I suppose so. But she's written to our Mrs. Herrington here, asking her to follow up the matter.
"George," interrupted Geneviève, still chokingly, her protective, wifely instinct now at the fore, "I saw you hit, and we're going to take you straight home " "Cut it all out," interrupted the cultured Mrs. Herrington. "This isn't Mr. Remington's honeymoon nor his college reunion nor the annual convention of his maiden aunts. This is Mr. Remington's campaign, and I'm his new campaign manager.
Herrington, of Betty, of that Miss Eliot, of hundreds of women and especially of Geneviève. He marveled especially at Geneviève because he had never thought of Geneviève as doing such things.
Herrington could not see their first appearance upon the scene, Noonan's real army now came charging into Main Street, as per that gentleman's grim instructions to "show them messin' women what it means to mess in politics."
From Alexandria he wrote to his sister, who was married to the Duke of Magdiel's third son, Lord Edmond Herrington, asking her to look after his child for him the child was then with her aunt at Herrington Hall, in Argyllshire in his absence. He sold his yacht, paid off his crew, and disappeared for two years.
Herrington continued rapidly. "We bought ten thousand copies of that extra for ourselves your uncle paid for them and we're going to distribute them in every home in town. When the best element in Whitewater read how the women were trampled down by Noonan's mob well, they'll know how to vote! Mr. Noonan will never guess how much he has helped us."
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