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PART III - CHAPTER VIII
A PROSPECT AMONG THE MARSHES OF LETHE

children towards their father and mother, she glanced frorn the baby to me, and exclaimed:
`See how he watches the light flash across your spectacles when you turn suddenly-Look!'
But I was weary of babies. My friends had all grown up and married and inflicted them on me. There were stomus of babies. I longed for a place where they would he obsolete, and young, arrogant, impervious mothers might be a.forgotten tradition. Lettie's heart would quicken in answer to only one pulse, the easy, light ticking of the baby's blood.
I remembered, one day as I sat in the train hastening to Charing Cross on my way from France, that that was George's birthday. I had the feeling of him upon me, heavily, and I could not rid myself of the depression. I put it down to travel fatigue, and tried to dismiss it. As I watched the evening sun glitter along the new corn-stubble in the fields we passed, trying to describe the effect to myself, I found myself asking: 'But-what 's the matter? I've not had bad news, have I, to make my chest feel so weighted?'
I was surprised when I reached my lodging in New I4lalden to find no letters for me, save one fat budget from Alice. I knew her squat, saturnine handwriting on the envelope, and I thought I knew what contents to expect from the letter.
She had married an old acquaintance who had been her particular aversion. This young man had got himself into trouble, so that the condemnation of the righteous pursued him like clouds of gnats on a summer evening. Alice immediately rose to sting back his vulgar enemies, and having rendered him a service, felt she could only wipe out the score by marrying him. They were fairly comfortable. Occasionally, as she said, there were displays of small fireworks in the back-yard. He worked in the offices of some iron foundries just over the Erewash in Derbyshire. Alice lived in a dirty little place in the valley a mile and a half from Eberwich, not far from his work. She had no children, and practically no friends; a few young matrons for acquaintances. As wife of a superior clerk, she had to preserve her dignity amor.g the work-people. So all her

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