always there is a sort of dream of air between you and the hills of California, a veil of unreality in the… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
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There are, broadly speaking, two kinds of workers in the world, the people who do all the work, and the people who… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
The more committees you belong to, the less of ordinary life you will understand. When your daily round becomes nothing more than… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
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You want the vote so badly that you think it worth while to become hysterical over it.' 'There is not much hysteria… — Stella Benson Hysteria Copy Share Image
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Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
