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He illustrated his position by pointing to Hypatia, Mary Wollstonecraft, Frances Wright, George Eliot, Harriet Martineau, Mme. Roland, Frances Power Cobbe, and Victoria Woodhull. He made a grave mistake in the last names mentioned, as Mrs. Woodhull was a devout believer in the Christian religion, and surely anyone conversant with Miss Cobbe's writings would never accuse her of skepticism.
Her sarcasm and irony had caused more than one girl's cheeks to grow crimson and her blood to boil under their stinging injustice, for Miss Woodhull did not invariably get to the root of things. She was a trifle superior to minor details.
Sam Woodhull is on the way atter Will Banion. He's like enough picked out a fine bunch o' horse thiefs ter go erlong with him. He knows somethin' erbout the gold I jest found out how. "Ye see, some men ain't above shinin' up to a Injun womern even, such bein' mebbe lonesome. Sam Woodhull wasn't. He seed one o' my fam'ly wearin' a shiny thing on her neck.
"It was not in an envelope when I found it, Miss Woodhull." "Where did you find it?" Eleanor hesitated, it would never do to seem too communicative. "Did you understand my question?" "Yes, Miss Woodhull." "Then reply at once." "I found it in the south wing," she said hesitatingly. "Ah!" The word was exhaled triumphantly. "In the lower end of that wing?" "Yes, Miss Woodhull." "Near Suite 10?"
"Yes," rejoined Banion. "But we came near losing it and more. It was Woodhull, Jim. He followed us in." "Yes, I know. His wagons was not fur behind ye on the Humboldt. He left right atter ye did. He made trouble, huh? He'll make no more? Is that hit, huh?" Bill Jackson slapped the stock of his rifle in silence. Bridger nodded. He had been close to tragedies all his life.
Woodhull far more than she had the opportunity to do, were convinced that she was a genius and a prophet who had risen above the sordid environment of her youth to do a great work for women and who had the courage to handle subjects which others feared to touch.
Mrs. Woodhull saw that he was interested, and mentally congratulating herself upon the successful working of her plan, first gained the preceptress' consent, and then asked Katy home with her to tea that night.
And I can't for the life of me see that you're any the worse for it. But maybe that's just exactly the difference between an old maid's and an old bach's viewpoint. Can't you wheedle her as you wheedle me. Seems to me if you went at it like this you might make her believe that the port and starboard lights were black and white instead of red and green. Try it." "Cuddle Miss Woodhull!
Some of the bewhiskered men who sat about him stirred, but cast their eyes toward their own captain, young Banion, whose function as their spokesman had thus been usurped by his defeated rival, Woodhull. Perhaps few of them suspected the argumentum ad hominem or rather ad feminam in Woodhull's speech. Banion alone knew this favor-currying when he saw it, and knew well enough the real reason.
"Will you try to make Miss Woodhull let us see each other?" she begged. "I'll think about it. I'll think about it. And do you do some thinking too lest you disgrace Woodbine. "I'm going to think. Hard," she added, as together they entered the cheerful dining room.
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