’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. I sha'n't cry any more. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape.
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