There are way-stations—even
terminals. “Do you understand what I am talking about? It’s no good
if you don’t. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of
weakness. Taking his way along East
Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and
Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. "I knew it. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. White assured her. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald.
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