‘What now?’ ‘Now,’ she answered flatly, ‘you will please to tell me at once why you have come here. She drew it out with shaking fingers. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you. You cannot—shall not retreat. . ’ She was backing across the room, moving towards the screen. 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. I thought one had only to take it by the throat. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience.
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