The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed
with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the
House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone
to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. Her head
dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its
moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. She felt
a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. She was surprised at his
modesty. . . It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go
to him. Before Marthe will become impatient and come out. I fancy that this is a
little more than playing at Bohemianism.
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