“MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about
everything since I was sent to this prison. “Bring any new songs you may have. But here she met with a check. For a time she brooded on the ideals and
suggestions of the Socialists, on the vague intimations of an Endowment of
Motherhood, of a complete relaxation of that intense individual dependence for
women which is woven into the existing social order. Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. She went from
period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music
were equally balanced. In the afternoon she had considered certain doubts very carefully, and decided
on a more emphatic course of action. I tell you—never
mind the bill. ‘Cousin? But I
am a fool. He said that his life was boring and stupid without her. "
"Twenty pounds," rejoined Mrs. There were dark
rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. ”
“Thanks for the nice evening, John. “How can you know?”
“I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y
pense.
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