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Men are men, and women are women in spite of all these 'isms, and 'causes. I bet but I don't know what I bet! " Then her thoughts gradually veered away from Mark to quite another person. How would Susan Amberley be affected by this new interest in Mark Winnington's life? Madeleine's thoughts recalled a gentle face, a pair of honest eyes, a bearing timid and yet dignified.
And as he spoke, a man jumped upon the waggon, a Latchford doctor, an acquaintance of Winnington's, who said something in his ear. The next moment, a fragment of a bottle, flung from a distance, struck Winnington on the wrist. The blood rushed out, and Delia, suddenly white, looked from it to Winnington's face.
Such, in effect, had been the cry of that half-mad speaker in Whitehall, herself marked and injured by the economic struggle. The appeal echoed in Winnington's heart. And Delia seemed to be at his side, raising her eager eyes to his, pressing him for admission.
He seemed to realise the weeks, perhaps months, of conflict through which the girl had just passed. He was sincerely sorry for her sincerely drawn to her. Delia broke the silence. "It is no good I think discussing this any more is it? There's the will, and the question is" she faced him boldly "how are you and I going to get on, Mr. Winnington?" Winnington's seriousness broke up.
For it was held and possessed by Winnington, and now by the threatening vision of Monk Lawrence, spectral amid the red ruin of fire. She had stopped the motor that day at the foot of the hill on which the house stood, and using Winnington's name, had made a call on the cripple child. Daunt had received her with a somewhat gruff civility, and was not communicative about the house and its defence.
However, she frankly described her adventure, Daunt's surliness, and Winnington's appearance. "He arrived in the nick of time, and made Daunt let me in. Then, while we were going round, he began to talk about your speech, and wanted to make me say I was sorry for it. And I wouldn't! And then well, he thought very poorly of me and we parted coolly. We've scarcely met since. And that's all."
"The men who are denying us the vote understand nothing else!" The slightest humorous quiver in Winnington's strong mouth enraged her still further. But he spoke with most courteous gravity. "Then I can't persuade you to give up these meetings? I should of course make no objection whatever, if these were ordinary Suffrage meetings.
"He was ordered a warm climate for the winter. But he could never have lived without working. His Governorship just suited him." She spoke with charming softness, beguiled from her insensibly by Winnington's own manner. At the back of Winnington's mind, as they talked, ran perpetual ejaculations ejaculations of the natural man in the presence of so much beauty.
She supposed he was thinking of the militant Campaign. "Yes," she said, eagerly. "Yes, I was arranging some business." Winnington's eyes examined her. "Miss Delia, what do you know about that man? except that story which I understand Miss Marvell told you." "Nothing nothing at all! Except except that he speaks at our meetings, and generally gets us into hot water.
Winnington had arrived on the scene as a barrister of some five years' standing, invalided after an acute attack of pneumonia, and the guest for the winter of his uncle, then Commissioner of the district. He discovered in the cavalry officer a fellow who had been his particular protege at Eton, and had owed his passionately coveted choice for the Eleven largely to Winnington's good word.
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