In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. They were the same. I suppose I ought to have been a man. I am safe while I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. Don’t look so frightened. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin.
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