Mrs. Warren's Daughter: A Story of the Woman's MovementJohnston, Harry
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Mrs. Warren's Daughter: A Story of the Woman's Movement
Johnston, Harry
Feminism -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
The next day Vivie wisely spent in bed, healing her wounds and
resting her limbs which after the mental excitement was over ached
horribly. Honoria came round and listened, applauded, pitied,
laughed and concurred.
But she was well enough on the following Tuesday after Black Friday
to attend another meeting of the W.S.P.U. at Caxton Hall, to hear
one more ambiguous, tricky, many-ways-to-be-interpreted promise of
the then Prime Minister. Mrs. Pankhurst pointing out the vagueness
of these assurances announced her intention then and there of going
round to Downing Street to ask for a more definite wording. Vivie
and many others followed this dauntless lady. Their visit was
unexpected, the police force was small and the Suffragettes had two
of the Cabinet Ministers at their mercy. They contented themselves
by shaking, hustling, frightening but not otherwise injuring their
victims before the latter were rescued and put into taxi-cabs.
CHAPTER XIV
MILITANCY
The Lilacs,
Victoria Road, S.W.
_December_ 31, 1910.
DEAR MICHAEL,--
I'm so glad you got returned all right by your University. I
feared very much your championship of the Woman's Cause
might have told against you. But these newer Universities
are more liberal-minded.
I am keeping my promise to tell you of any important move I
am making. So this is to inform you, _in very strict
confidence_, of my latest dodge. For the effective
organization of my particular branch of the W.S.P.U.
activities, I must have an office. "The Lilacs" is far too
small, and besides I shrink from having my little home
raided or too much visited even by confederates. I learned
the other day that the old Fraser and Warren offices on the
top floor of 88-90 Chancery Lane were vacant. The Midland
Insurance Co. that occupied nearly all the building has
cleared out and the block is to be given over to a multitude
of small undertakings. Well: I secured our old rooms! Simply
splendid, with the two safes that Honoria, untold ages ago,
fitted into the walls, and hid so cleverly that if there is
no treachery it would be hard for the police to find them
and raid them. The Midland Insurance Co. did not behave well
to Fraser and Warren, so Beryl Storrington, when she was
clearing out said nothing about the safes, which were not
noticed by the Company. Honoria kept the keys and now hands
them over to me.
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