She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her
loneliness to-night she distrusted. "
"Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if
speaking to himself. I do not know if I
will have to escape quickly once more. Such was the terror inspired by Wild's vindictive character, that few durst face
him who had given him cause for displeasure. It worked. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the
place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. She was still more stirred
by the idea of the equal citizenship of men and women, by the realization that a
big and growing organization of women were giving form and a generalized
expression to just that personal pride, that aspiration for personal freedom and
respect which had brought her to London; but when she heard Miss Miniver
discoursing on the next step in the suffrage campaign, or read of women
badgering Cabinet Ministers, padlocked to railings, or getting up in a public
meeting to pipe out a demand for votes and be carried out kicking and
screaming, her soul revolted. . The well of tears in her
eyes was dry. "
Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into
the trench and commenced a diligent search. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe.
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