“You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions.
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