‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. He
felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long
fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh. How would it
serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet
troubled him. Wood started to
his feet. Contrasted with the confused
movement and presences of a Fabian meeting, or the inexplicable enthusiasm
behind the suffrage demand, with the speeches that were partly egotistical
displays, partly artful manoeuvres, and partly incoherent cries for unsoundly
formulated ends, compared with the comings and goings of audiences and
supporters that were like the eddy-driven drift of paper in the street, this long,
quiet, methodical chamber shone like a star seen through clouds. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full.
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