It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views. But he was wide awake. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Long before religion and Society heard of Doubt, girls were all for midnight coaches and Gretna Green. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs.
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