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Volsky, broken of spirit but ready to do anything that she could. And last but not least she would show Lily to them, Lily who had been hidden away from the eyes of the ones who could help her Lily who so desperately needed help! All at once Rose-Marie was weary of deceit. She would be glad ever so glad to tell her story to the Superintendent!
"Sure, she stays," said Ella, "'cause she ain't got enough gumption ter be gettin' out! I know." In her heart Rose-Marie was inclined to agree with Ella. She knew, herself, that Mrs. Volsky would never have the courage to make any sort of a definite decision. But she couldn't say so not while Ella was staring at her with that cynical expression.
Volsky did not resent the suggestion as some other women might have done. Mrs. Volsky had reached the point where she no longer resented even blows. "I uster try onct," she said tonelessly, "but it ain't no good, no more. Ella an' Bennie an' Jim don' care. An' Pa he musses up th' flat whenever he comes inter it. An' Lily can't see how it looks. So what's th' use?"
Volsky is a Right Social Revolutionary, and was President of that Conference of Members of the Constituent Assembly from whose hands the Directorate which ruled in Siberia received its authority and Admiral Kolchak his command, his proper title being Commander of the Forces of the Constituent Assembly.
"Has Lily ever been taken to a doctor?" she asked. Mrs. Volsky answered more quickly than she usually answered questions. "When she was first sick, years ago," she told Rose-Marie, "she had a doctor then. He say no help fer her. Las' year Ella, she took Lily by a free clinic. But the doctors, there, they say Lily never get no better.
She noticed, all at once, that no one was speaking that the room was quite still, except for the beastial grunts of the sleeping Pa. "Why," she asked, quite without meaning to, "why doesn't she answer me? She isn't afraid of me, is she? Why doesn't she say something?" It was, curiously enough, Mrs. Volsky who answered. Even her voice that was usually so dull and monotonous held a certain tremor.
But to have asked his help in the controlling of Jim would have been an admission of deceit, of weakness, of failure! To prove her own theory that the people were real, underneath to prove that they had some sort of a code, and worth-while impulses she had to make the reformation of the Volsky family her own, individual task. Yes Rose-Marie was busy.
Despite all of the time that she had spent in the Volsky flat, Rose-Marie had never been past the front room with its tumbled heaps of bedding, and its dirt. She was surprised to see that the inner room, shared by Ella and Lily, was exquisitely neat, though tiny. There were no windows the only light came from a rusty gas fixture but Rose-Marie, after months in the slums, was prepared for that.
She had called upon Him, often, but she had never really needed Him as she did now. "Help me, God!" she said softly, "Help me, God!" The Volsky flat was still, for a moment. And then, with surprising quickness, the door to the inner room swung open.
"We won't ever be married, Jim Volsky!" she told him, and even to her own surprise there was not the suggestion of a quaver in her voice. "We won't ever be married. I'm surprised at you for suggesting it!" The man stared at her, a moment, and his eyes showed clearly that he did not quite understand. "Yer mean," he stammered at last, "that yer t'rowing me down?"
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