" "Mother!" cried Jack, in a broken voice. She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. There is worse to come. She will cry for days and nights together. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened.
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