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“For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to
one side. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. The
fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant
demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. On her lapel was an ivory
button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. “I hope nothing is wrong.
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