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Updated: June 23, 2025
"But I always understood that those who lose children out of wedlock cannot possible grieve like married women who have the same loss." In a moment Mavis's thoughts flew to Pennington Churchyard, where her heart seemed buried deep below the grass; certain of her facial nerves twitched, while tears filled her eyes.
This was the beginning of a conversation that took place a fortnight after Mavis's first meeting with Harold by the sea. During this time, they had seen each other for the best part of every day when the weather was fine enough for Harold to be out of doors; as it was an exceptionally fine spring, they met constantly.
To humour the bereaved mother, Mrs Trivett waited for further signs of animation, the absence of which by no means diminished Mavis's confidence in their ultimate appearance. Her faith in her baby's returning vitality, that never waned, that nothing could disturb, was so unwaveringly steadfast, that, at last, Mrs Trivett feared to approach her.
"You a lady you !" began the sufferer's ministering angel. She got no further, being checked by her friend casting a significant glance in Mavis's direction. Half an hour later, Mavis fell asleep. It was a strange experience when, the next morning, she had to wash and dress with three other girls doing the same thing in the little space at their disposal.
"This way, please, Mrs 'Aughty," Mrs Gowler presently called from the landing above Mavis's head. Mavis walked up the two flights of stairs, followed by Jill, where she found Mrs Gowler in the passage leading to the two top-back rooms of the house.
To begin with, Mavis's visit had been within an ace of being indefinitely postponed; it was owing to Harold's expressed wish that the original appointment had been allowed to stand. The reason for this indifference to Mavis's immediate future was that, the day after the schoolmistress had written, Harold had been seriously indisposed.
"More than most things, it brings home to me my my helplessness." The poison, begotten of hatred, made Mavis thankful that the Devitt family had not had it all their own way in life. When she next looked at Harold, he was intently regarding her. Mavis's glance dropped. "But now there's something more than reading the 'Song' that makes me curse my luck," he remarked. "And that?"
"Oh, well-it's an 'Etty': some people might think it's scarcely the thing for some young people, you know," replied Devitt, as they descended the stairs. "Really! Is that why it's kept like that?" asked Mavis, who could scarcely conceal her amusement. Mrs Devitt, who was immediately behind, had detected the note of merriment in Mavis's voice.
Next, she was conscious that a lath of a Venetian blind was pulled aside and that someone was spying upon her from the aperture. She waited further, the while two of the curious women who leaned from the windows were loudly deciding the date on which Mavis's baby would be born. Then, the door of No. 9 was suspiciously opened about six inches.
"I cannot discuth the matter; the thum due will be deducted from your wageth." Mavis's blood was up. Her wage was small enough without having anything deducted for food she could not eat. "I shall go to the management," she remarked. "You'll what?" "Go to the management. I'm not going to be cheated like that." "You call me a cheat?" screamed the little woman, as she rose to her feet.
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