CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MAY 1870
“Stephen, I don’t know about this.” I paced as I read the paper in my hand. “This goes far beyond what we discussed. All I want to do with these columns is explain to people where I stand on the matters they care about, not give them a lesson on utopia and universal government.” I gestured to the papers. “No one will be able to understand all this, let alone believe I wrote it.”
I stopped pacing only when Stephen placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in the chair opposite him. “First of all, you did write it—the basis anyway.”
“But that was simply a follow-up to my ideas on government and about women’s rights being equal to men’s. That is what I know. Not this.” I sighed. “Anna Dickinson might have written this but not me. I’ve got tactics in my
