"What's to be done next?" cried Blueskin, returning to Rachel, who was standing with Edgeworth Bess near the door. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. Even the children jeer. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical.
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