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CHAPTER 3. A Peculiar Imprisonment-2
We all concurred on this point, and returned to our discussion as to the women. Jeff continued thoughtful. "All the same, there's something funny about it," he urged. "It isn't just that we don't see any men—but we don't see any signs of them. The—the—reaction of these women is different from any that I've ever met." "There is something in what you say, Jeff," I agreed. "There is a different—atmosphere." "They don't seem to notice our being men," he went on. "They treat us—well—just as they do one another. It's as if our being men was a minor incident." I nodded. I'd noticed it myself. But Terry broke in rudely. "Fiddlesticks!" he said. "It's because of their advanced age. They're all grandmas, I tell you—or ought to be. Great aunts, anyhow. Those girls were girls all right, weren't t
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