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The new adultery was unfaithfulness to self. It was, as Westall had just reminded her, on this understanding that they had married. The ceremony was an unimportant concession to social prejudice: now that the door of divorce stood open, no marriage need be an imprisonment, and the contract therefore no longer involved any diminution of self-respect.
"You are quite mistaken if you think such talk does not affect young girls. Una was in a state of the most absurd exaltation " She broke off, wondering why she had spoken. Westall reopened a magazine which he had laid aside at the beginning of their discussion. "What you tell me is immensely flattering to my oratorical talent but I fear you overrate its effect.
I have heard it all from his own mouth. It was a struggle he might have been killed instead of Westall Westall attacked, Hurd defended himself." Aldous shook his head. "Of course Hurd would tell you so," he said sadly, "and his poor wife. He is not a bad or vicious fellow, like the rest of the rascally pack.
Westall proceeded to write the letter he had promised to give Rodney, and which he hoped would be the means of taking him safely through to Springfield. He and all his friends, the planter included, signed it, and the boy tucked it into his boot leg. "You may be sure that I shall not show it to any Union man," said the latter, with a smile. "It would hang me."
The fact that Una smoked cigarettes and sipped an occasional cocktail did not in the least tarnish a certain radiant innocency which made her appear the victim, rather than the accomplice, of her parents' vulgarities. Julia Westall felt in a hot helpless way that something ought to be done that some one ought to speak to the girl's mother. And just then Una glided up. "Oh, Mrs.
"What ud ha been the good o' that, miss?" Mrs. Hurd said, wondering. "Nobody ud ha taken his word agen old Westall's. But he come and told me. I was housemaid at Lady Leven's then, an' he and his father were old friends of ourn. And I knew George Westall too. He used to walk out with me of a Sunday, just as civil as could be, and give my mother rabbits now and again, and do anything I'd ask him.
"Couldn't you postpone that part of the programme until I have had a bite to eat, or do you think there's nobody hungry but yourselves?" asked the prisoner, in the most unconcerned manner possible; and there was no mistaking his voice. It was Tom Percival's voice. "I didn't think about you," answered Mr. Westall. "And perhaps if you had your dues, you would be left to go hungry.
The altar-piece is by Westall, R.A. The church was restored in 1876. Dr. Thomson, late Archbishop of York, and Bishop Baring of Durham, were among the former incumbents. Queen's Hall, close by, is used for concerts and entertainments. The London Crystal Palace, erected in 1858, stood formerly on the site of a great drapery establishment at the north-east corner of Regent Circus.
"Would it not be easier to write?" he suggested. She shook her head. "There is no time to write...and it won't take long." She raised her head and their eyes met. "My husband has left me," she said. "Westall ?" he stammered, reddening again. "Yes. This morning. Just as I left you. Because he was tired of me." The words, uttered scarcely above a whisper, seemed to dilate to the limit of the room.
It was as though some one else had been speaking a stranger who had borrowed her own voice: she felt herself the dupe of some fantastic mental ventriloquism. Concluding suddenly that the room was stifling and Una's tea too sweet, she set down her cup, and looked about for Westall: to meet his eyes had long been her refuge from every uncertainty.
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