Chapter 27

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PEARL April 1916 We hadn"t seen Alva in Newport since before the march. When she popped in, like Jack out of his box, she took us all by surprise, she stunned us with what she had been doing. But when did Alva not stun and surprise? “Here is a copy for every member of the PEA, dearies.” Alva pointed to the stacks of slim books piled in the corner of the headquarters at 128 Bellevue. While most of the women in attendance, those holding positions of authority or action within our suffrage group, squinted to read the spines of those books, I studied Alva. Though she wore her fur-trimmed jacket, she also wore jowls, a new accessory for her. At sixty-three she would still be considered attractive, but not even a Vanderbilt or a Belmont could stop the march of time. Did heroes grow old or do

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