They travelled past the few idle sightseers who had braved the uninviting
evening to see what the Suffragettes might be doing; they pulled up
unchallenged within thirty yards of those coveted portals. "Where?"
"That can wait," she answered. "I couldn't go on!"
"You'll need something more than courage now. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps,
though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered
about her. Aware of
Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of
knocking, opened the door with the pass-key. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although
she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself
fragments of an old French song. There is Lady Arlingford’s reception
to-night, ten till twelve, and the Hatton House ball, marked with a cross, sir,
important. “I never dreamt!” she said. "I beg your pardon!… A bit rocky this morning…. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly
and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out
through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. "
"Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense
curiosity.
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