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🏆 “So long as he doesn’t think that I came down specially to see him, I don’t mind,” said Joan. “You’ll look after him if anything does happen, won’t you?” The woman’s eyes were pleading with her. They seemed to have grown larger. “You know what I mean, dear, don’t you?” she continued. “It will be such a comfort to me to know that it’s all right.”!

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1 April 2024
“We ought to be comrades,” answered Joan, with a smile. “I, too, am trying to help the People.” She felt that he was watching her through his half-closed eyes. “There are those cottages,” he continued, “just before you come to the bridge. They might be repaired and a club house added. The idea is catching on, they tell me. Garden villages, they call them now. It gets the men and women away from the dirty streets; and gives the children a chance.”!
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Her room was always kept ready for her. Often she would lie there, watching the moonlight creep across the floor; and a curious feeling would come to her of being something wandering, incomplete. She would see as through a mist the passionate, restless child with the rebellious eyes to whom the room had once belonged; and later the strangely self-possessed girl with that impalpable veil of mystery around her who would stand with folded hands, there by the window, seeming always to be listening. And she, too, had passed away. The tears would come into her eyes, and she would stretch out yearning arms towards their shadowy forms. But they would only turn upon her eyes that saw not, and would fade away. “She won’t be expecting you, just yet,” she explained. “We might have a little walk.”
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“Man has more interests,” Joan argued, “a thousand other allurements to distract him; we must cultivate his finer instincts.” “Why did we all like him?” asked Joan. “Even Miss Lavery. There’s nothing extraordinary about him.” They had risen.
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