Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm. ’ Melusine turned her head. 266 She peered up at him. 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.
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