There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. She was the High Priestess. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. "This is not the way to obtain it," said Winifred, endeavouring to reach the door. "I am glad you think that," she replied. There it is. .
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