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Yes, all our brothers! The brotherhood of man and the sisterhood of
woman, those are the subjects that include all others. I am glad to
have met with you, and to have heard the eloquent words of your
speakers. If any of you would like to know more of my work, I will
gladly meet you in Room A at the close of this meeting.'
She then sat down amid applause. Never did Mrs. S. Cora Grubb cease
speaking without at least a ripple of approval that sometimes grew
into a positive ovation. What wonder, then, that she mistook herself
for an inspired person? It was easy to understand her popularity
with her fellow-men. Her eyes were as soft and clear as those of a
child, her hair waved prettily off her low, serene brow, her figure
was plump and womanly, and when her voice trembled with emotion
(which in her was a shallow well very near the surface) the
charmingest pink colour came and went in her cheeks. On such
occasions more than one member of the various brotherhoods thought
what a cosy wife she would make, if removed from the public arena to
the 'sweet, safe corner of the household fire.' To be sure, she had
not much logic, but plenty of sentiment; rather too great a fondness
for humanity, perhaps, but that was because she had no husband and
family of her own to absorb her superfluous sympathy and energy.
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