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🏆 “But the people are more powerful now,” argued Joan. “If the farmer demanded higher prices, they could demand higher wages.” “Oh, it’s possible,” he answered on rejoining her. “What was his name?”!

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1 April 2024
Phillips came, as Mrs. Phillips had predicted. He was surprised at seeing Joan. He had not thought she could get back so soon. He brought an evening paper with him. It contained a paragraph to the effect that Mrs. Phillips, wife of the Rt. Hon. Robert Phillips, M.P., was progressing favourably and hoped soon to be sufficiently recovered to return to her London residence. It was the first time she had had a paragraph all to herself, headed with her name. She flushed with pleasure; and Joan noticed that, after reading it again, she folded the paper up small and slipped it into her pocket. The nurse came in from her walk a little later and took Joan downstairs with her. “There is an old Hindoo proverb,” he said: “That when a man and woman love they dig a fountain down to God.”!
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She moved to a chair beside the desk, and, opening her bag, took out a writing-block. “So am I,” he said. “Tell your children what you have seen. Tell other women.”
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They talked for a time about domestic matters. Joan had established herself in furnished rooms in a quiet street of pleasant Georgian houses just behind the Abbey; a member of Parliament and his wife occupied the lower floors, the landlord, a retired butler, and his wife, an excellent cook, confining themselves to the basement and the attics. The remaining floor was tenanted by a shy young man—a poet, so the landlady thought, but was not sure. Anyhow he had long hair, lived with a pipe in his mouth, and burned his lamp long into the night. Joan had omitted to ask his name. She made a note to do so. “Poor dear lady,” he said, “all those years! And poor Jack Allway.” He seemed to be talking to himself. Suddenly he turned to her. “How is the dear fellow?” he asked. “But can’t you see yourself, you wicked child, without stripping yourself as naked as you were born?”
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