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I'm going to send you a cheque, Brooks, even if you have been horrid to me you always are." "Horrid!" repeated Insall, "put it down to ignorance." He accompanied her down the stairs. From her willowy walk a sophisticated observer would have hazarded the guess that her search for an occupation had included a course of lessons in fancy dancing.
She, too, took Janet's hand. "Have you come to help us?" she asked. And Janet said: "Oh, I'd like to, but I have other work." "Come in and see us again," said Insall, and Janet, promising, took her leave.... "Who is she, Brooks?" Mrs. Maturin asked, when Janet had gone. "Well," he answered, "I don't know. What does it matter?" Mrs. Maturin smiled. "I should say that it did matter," she replied.
Insall asked. "Frankly, I'm worried," said Mrs. Maturin. "At first she seemed to be getting along beautifully. I read to her, a little every day, and it was wonderful how she responded to it. I'll tell you about that I've got so much to tell you! Young Dr. Trent is puzzled, too, it seems there are symptoms in the case for which he cannot account.
"But there's something unusual about her where did you find her?" "She found me." And Insall explained. "She was a stenographer, it seems, but now she's enlisted heart and soul with the syndicalists," he added. "A history?" Mrs. Maturin queried. "Well, I needn't ask it's written on her face." "That's all I know," said Insall. "I'd like to know," said Mrs. Maturin. "You say she's in the strike?"
Heat waves pulsed through her, she grew intolerably warm, perspiration started from her pores, and she flung off the blankets. The rain from the roofs was splashing on the bricks of the passage.... What would Mr. Insall say, if he knew? and Mrs. Maturin? She could never see them again. Now there was no one to whom to turn, she was cut off, utterly, from humanity, an outcast. Like Lise!
You may be typewriting his manuscripts. And then, I am a widow, and often rather lonely you could come in and read to me occasionally." "But I've never read anything." "How fortunate!" said Insall, who had entered the doorway in time to hear Janet's exclamation. "More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read." Mrs. Maturin laughed. But Insall waved his hand deprecatingly.
She isn't exactly resigned I don't say that I know she can be rebellious. And she's grateful for the sun, yet she seems to have a conviction that the clouds will gather again.... The doctor says she may leave the hospital on Monday, and I'm going to bring her over here for awhile. Then," she added insinuatingly, "we can collaborate." "I think I'll go back to Maine," Insall exclaimed.
A gentle rain had fallen during the day, but had ceased as she made her way toward Insall's house. The place was familiar now: she had been there to supper with Mrs. Maturin, a supper cooked and served by Martha Vesey, an elderly, efficient and appallingly neat widow, whom Insall had discovered somewhere in his travels and installed as his housekeeper.
This excitement, whenever Insall chanced to be present, was intensified, as she sat a silent but often quivering listener to his amusing and pungent comments on these new ideas.
Brocklehurst had an air about her that was disconcerting! Janet, however, seemed composed as she sat down. "I'm afraid I don't know very much. Maybe you will tell me something, first." "Why, certainly," said Mrs. Brocklehurst, sweetly when she had got her breath. "Who is that man?" Janet asked. "Whom do you mean Mr. Insall?" "Is that his name? I didn't know.
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