Rank ingratitude, I
call it. “Really, Vee, you seem to have advertised our relations
pretty generally!”
“They—they knew, of course. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. Afterward goes on to Oxford. Well, let him be honest. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how
many years?”
“I’m so sorry, John. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and
that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought
about all these things before these bothers began. ‘Precisely. My politics in that matter wouldn’t be to give women votes. ”
Her thoughts went into solution for a time, while she listened to a lark singing.
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