Sheila, a normally sound sleeper, woke one night to find both her husband and her foster daughter had snuck from their beds, and this infuriated her. “I have not the least idea who he is. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,—"Mr. ” From that she opened out into a long, confused emphatic discourse on the position of women, full of wonderful statements, while Constance worked at her stencilling and Ann Veronica and Hetty listened, and Teddy contributed sympathetic noises and consumed cheap cigarettes.
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