He refused to believe that Anna was not ‘Alcide. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. ’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble. “I wish I could make every woman, every girl, see this as clearly as I see it—just what the Vote means to us. But I have powerful friends. But I do not even care if I am absurd. ’ To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of the necessity to explain himself. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands.
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