" "It is false," cried Mrs. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. She thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought forth his first grandson. He has three days to live. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed.
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