Kirkwood?'
'You don't mean that?'
'Father, you are quite mistaken about Jane Snowdon--quite.'
John started up from his seat.
'Has he told you so, himself?'
'Yes. But listen; you are not to say a word on that subject to him.
You will be very careful, father?'
John gazed at her wonderingly. She kissed his forehead, and withdrew
to the other room.
CHAPTER XXXII
A HAVEN
John Hewett no longer had membership in club or society. The loss of
his insurance-money made him for the future regard all such
institutions with angry suspicion. 'Workin' men ain't satisfied with
bein' robbed by the upper classes; they must go and rob one
another.' He had said good-bye to Clerkenwell Green; the lounging
crowd no longer found amusement in listening to his frenzied voice
and in watching the contortions of his rugged features. He discussed
the old subjects with Eagles, but the latter's computative mind was
out of sympathy with zeal of the tumid description; though quite
capable of working himself into madness on the details of the
Budget, John was easily soothed by his friend's calmer habits of
debate. Kirkwood's influence, moreover, was again exerting itself
upon him--an influence less than ever likely to encourage violence
of thought or speech.
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