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Updated: June 14, 2025
It was done, by a miracle and both holding on, the man above by the projections of the wall and Lathrop by the ladder, descended, till the two were within reach of safety. A thin roar of cheers rose from the environing throng, scarcely audible amid the greater roar of the flames. Lathrop, wearied, depressed, with bleeding hands, came back to Winnington's side. Winnington looked round.
There! you can see a little blue smoke coming from it now" She pointed through the window to the great forest-clothed cliff, some five thousand feet high, which fronted the hotel; and across a deep valley, just below its topmost point, Mark Winnington saw a puff of smoke mounting into the clear sky. "Of course there was a great deal of talk. The men gossipped and the women scoffed.
That possibility, instead of frightening her, gave the girl some momentary comfort. For that might perhaps secure Winnington's silence? But no! her common sense dismissed the notion. Winnington would discover at once that she had had no connection whatever with the business. Lathrop's evidence alone would be enough.
And as each procession neared the outer line of police, it was firmly but courteously stopped, and the leaders of it must needs parley with the mounted constables who sat ready to meet them. Winnington, jumping on the motor which he had placed opposite St. Margaret's, drew out some field-glasses, and scanned the advancing lines of women.
As Delia descended the hill alone in the dark, she closed her eyes, that she might the more completely give herself to the conflict of thoughts which possessed her. She was bitterly ashamed and sore, torn between her passionate affection for Gertrude Marvell, and what seemed to her a weak and traitorous wish to stand better with Mark Winnington.
"Are you taking that to Miss Blanchflower?" "Yes, Sir." "Shew me the way, please." Winnington followed her, and she, after a scared look, did not attempt to stop him. She paused outside a door, and instantly made way for him. He knocked, and at the "Come in" he entered, the maid slipping in after him with the tea. Two persons rose startled from their seats Delia and Gertrude Marvell.
I ought to have eight thousand a year, and Mr. Winnington can cut me down to anything he pleases. It's just as important that I should get hold of my money at this particular moment as that I should be joining raids in London, more important, surely because we want money badly! you say so yourself. I don't want it for myself; I want it all for the cause!
Thus Clarissa dressed herself out in one of those magnificent toilettes all in the autumn mornings, and sat there in state for hours, for the sole benefit of posterity, unless Sam Winnington was to reap a passing advantage by the process.
The thin line of hurrying forms disappeared into darkness and distance, some one way, some another; and Winnington was left to feel that in what he had seen this everyday incident of a London street he had been aptly reminded of what a man who has his occupation and dwelling amid rural scenes and occupations too readily forgets that toiling host of women, married and unmarried, which modern industry is every day using, or devouring, or wasting.
Winnington had been called away to Wanchester by urgent County business; against his will, for there had been some bad rioting the day before at Latchford, and he would rather have gone to help his brother magistrates. But there was no help for it. Lady Tonbridge was at the little Georgian house, shutting it up for six months.
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