This Is the End

not mitigated by recuperative cessations between blow and blow. It seemed to Rosalie that it was like that it happened a

saw in Huggo's look as they removed him; it seemed to her she was no sooner out from there than she was at the telephone and summoned by the foreign friend and was there with Doda and was in process of "Oh, Doda!"-"Oh, mother!"; it see

ional with surprising sums of money, captivating with ingenuity of fraud covered up by fraud to help new fraud again. The syndicate stood in the dock at the Old Bailey. Those two of the syndicate described by the

began

to do, and had attended the police court during the initial proceedings. He would not go to the Old Bailey. He would not go out

she could not bear that. An usher, much pitying, obtained her a place in the gallery. She looked down immediately upon her Huggo. Her hands, upon the

and in a differen

and a physical intensity transcending all that her body and her mind had ever known, w

nly in snatches she heard wer

u bear a name held in these precincts in honour, in esteem, in love, in admiration.... You

rouched lower in

large part, as your counsel has pleaded, and as I believe, the unsus

Father, t

months' im

ok into the eyes of that suppliant for him that sat above him. There was recalled by that suppliant a loo

Hu

ook hi

nce that lay there and gazed upon it with an extraordinary intensity. She drew back with a sharp catch at her breath and sharply stepped away and turned and ran very quickly upstairs. After that when she chanced to pass the child, she turned aside and would not look upon the child. She began not to look well, Rosalie thought. There often was upon her lovely face a pinched and drawn expression, disfiguring it. On the rare occasions when she was in to dinner she sat strangely moody.

t. I've noticed

ctly well. If I w

ike

could bear Benji out of his sight when Benji was home. In the affliction that had come upon them, he seemed to cling to Benji. Rosalie had persuaded him that evening to go with Benji to a concert. Harry said the idea of anything like that was detestable to him, but Rosalie had pleaded wit

the telephone bell rang and she wa

appened l

ry alarmingly urgent. "Would she come

alie. "But where are you? You're at Brighton

my flat. A

is it? Why don't you

" The voice stamme

eak! Oh

ear the voi

ease do

Doda's very ill. It's

ome. I'

Occlev

't. He'

ou get

ow. I can't think. O

message for him

ce. At

nd she picked up a wrap and she

cab and we

t was not like a dream, and it was not like a ni

terwards, and proved, that she had been away the previous night, leaving Doda at the flat, and had retu

ie. He was a Scotchman; a big and rugged man, a

r mother, arren't ye

g. Where is

his head towards a

me, pl

ds her but she shook he

ndicated the chair. She again shook h

d the words: "Tell me." T

nnot tell ye. It is fo

both her hands upon her heart and she sa

) he said, "Ye'll need be strong. Ye look sensible. Ye'll need be sensible." He said, "There's been before me here another-T

"O God, be

ure, and of the gods of Rosalie, a piteous sacrifice to them. You that have tears to shed prepare to shed them now. Or if you have no tears, but for emotion only sneers, do stop and put the thing away. I

calamity to God. That child was in much torment. That child was in delirium and often cried aloud. That child burned with a fever, incredible, at touch of her poor flesh, to think that human flesh such flame could hold and not incinerate. That child in her delirium moaned often names and sometimes cried th

once sai

stood high, serene, alone. The doctor breathed, "She's passing." Th

cried, "

sighed. "

no note. There only was in that child's sigh a deat

had some things to do. She wrote to Mr. Field a letter of her resignation from

ters, there were treasured papers. She destroyed them all. From one bundle, not touched for years, dust-covered and time-discoloured, there came out a battered volume. She turned it over. "Lombard Street." She opened it and saw

t the children's tragedy. This is my tragedy. These were not the children's faults. These were my transgress

s beside his chair.

His mood was very dreadful. A report was printed in the evening paper before Harry came home. Benji read it and told Rosali

Rosalie went out. There was a man wished to see the master. Rosalie spoke to him. He was a large, burly man with a strong face. He looked like, and was, a police officer in plain

oung gentleman, and they did most earnestly wish they had of arrested him, and blamed themselves properly that they didn't arrest him. But they felt cruelly sorry for the young gentleman and they got him outside and let him go and no more said. Of course, as madam knew, the police office wasn't very far from Gower Street station, the underground station with them steep stairs leading straight down from the street

he man and then came back to

he saw, as one notices these things, it was a Shakespeare. She s

it in h

gro

it, and with a groaning mutter dropped it:

"Mice and Mumps!" and had laughed and wrung his hands, and cried out, "Mice and Mumps!" and laughed again. She came to him and saw him wilt and crumple in his chair, and could have

utter, as one agrope, in sudden darkness, befogged,

on her arms and on his la

hers, and held her there; and his cry was as once before, passionately holding her, his cry had been; th

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and one has suffered so with them one cannot any more go on. One's suffered so! O

hat tricksy scrap, that sunshine thing. She calls Harry father and Rosalie she calls mother. She has all her meals with them. There's no nurse. It's breakfast she loves best. She's on the itch all bre

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