What a disappointing world it was!--to set these human
voices ringing in her ears, and then to take them out of her life
forever!
Still the din of horns and whistles and sirens, still the shouting.
Would they never move on? She was hungry. She wanted to get back to
the hotel, to learn what had happened to her mother. Militant
suffragettes, indeed! A pack of mad witches, who left their brooms
behind kitchen doors when they ought to be wielding them about dusty
corners. Woman never won anything by using brickbats and torches:
which proved on the face of it that these militants were inefficient,
irresponsible, and unlearned in history. Poor simpletons! Had not
theirs always been the power behind the throne? What more did they
want?
Her cogitations were peculiarly interrupted. The door opened, and a
man plumped down beside her.
"Enid, it looks as if we'd never get out of this hole. Have you got
your collar up?"
Numb and terrified, Kitty felt the man's hands fumbling about her neck.
"Where's your sable stole? You women beat the very devil for
thoughtlessness.
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