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PART III - CHAPTER VI
PISGAH

When I replied to her urging her to take some work that she could throw her soul into, she would reply indifferently. Then later:
`You charge me with contradiction. Well, naturally. You see I wrote that screeching letter in a mood which won't come again for some time. Generally I am quite content to take the rain and the calm days just as they come, then something flings me out of myself-and I am a trifle demented: very, very blue, as I tell Leslie.'
Like so many women, she seemed to live, for the most part contentedly, a small indoor existence with artificial light and padded upholstery. Only occasionally, hearing the winds of life outside, she clamoured to be out in the black, keen storm. She was driven to the door, she looked out and called into the tumult wildly, but feminine caution kept her from stepping over the threshold.
George was flourishing in his horse-dealing.
In the morning, processions of splendid shire horses, tied tail and head, would tramp grandly along the quiet lanes of Eberwich, led by George's man, or by Tom Mayhew, while in the fresh clean sunlight George would go riding by, two restless nags dancing beside him.
When I came home from France five years after our meeting in London I found him installed in the Hollies. He had rented the house from the Mayhews, and had moved there with his family, leaving Oswald in charge of the `Ram.' I called at the large house one afternoon, but George was out. His family surprised me. The twins were tall lads of six. There were two more boys, and Meg was nursing a beautiful baby girl about a year old. This child was evidently mistress of the household. Meg, who was growing stouter, indulged the little creature in every way.
`How is George?' I asked her.
'Oh, he 's very well,' she replied. 'He 's always got something on hand. He hardly seems to have a spare moment; what with his socialism, and one thing and another.'
It was true, the outcome of his visit to London had been a wild devotion to the cause of the downtrodden. I saw a picture of Watts's `Mammon,' on the walls of the morning

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