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upon a systematic revision of the cardindex； upon
the issue of certain new lemoncolored leaflets； in which
the facts were marshaled once more in a very striking
way； and upon a large scale map of England dotted with
little pins tufted with differently colored plumes of hair
according to their geographical position。 Each district；
under the new system； had its flag； its bottle of ink； its
sheaf of documents tabulated and filed for reference in a
drawer； so that by looking under M or S； as the case might
be； you had all the facts with respect to the Suffrage
organizations of that county at your fingers’ ends。 This
would require a great deal of work； of course。
“We must try to consider ourselves rather in the light of
a telephone exchange—for the exchange of ideas； Miss
Datchet；” he said； and taking pleasure in his image； he
continued it。 “We should consider ourselves the center of
an enormous system of wires； connecting us up with every
district of the country。 We must have our fingers upon
the pulse of the munity； we want to know what people
all over England are thinking； we want to put them in the
way of thinking rightly。” The system； of course； was only
roughly sketched so far—jotted down； in fact； during the
Christmas holidays。
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“When you ought to have been taking a rest； Mr。
Clacton；” said Mary dutifully； but her tone was flat and
tired。
“We learn to do without holidays； Miss Datchet；” said
Mr。 Clacton； with a spark of satisfaction in his eye。
He wished particularly to have her opinion of the lemon
colored leaflet。 According to his plan； it was to be distributed
in immense quantities immediately； in order to
stimulate and generate； “to generate and stimulate；” he
repeated； “right thoughts in the country before the meeting
of Parliament。”
“We have to take the enemy by surprise；” he said。 “They
don’t let the grass grow under their feet。 Have you seen
Bingham’s address to his constituents？ That’s a hint of
the sort of thing we’ve got to meet； Miss Datchet。”
He handed her a great bundle of newspaper cuttings；
and； begging her to give him her views upon the yellow
leaflet before lunchtime； he turned with alacrity to his
different sheets of paper and his different bottles of ink。
Mary shut the door； laid the documents upon her table；
and sank her head on her hands。 Her brain was curiously
empty of any thought。 She listened； as if； perhaps； by
listening she would bee merged again in the atmosphere
of the office。 From the next room came the rapid
spasmodic sounds of Mrs。 Seal’s erratic typewriting； she；
doubtless； was already hard at work helping the people
of England； as Mr。 Clacton put it； to think rightly； “generating
and stimulating；” those were his words。 She was
striking a blow against the enemy； no doubt； who didn’t
let the grass grow beneath their feet。 Mr。 Clacton’s words
repeated themselves accurately in her brain。 She pushed
the papers wearily over to the farther side of the table。 It
was no use； though； something or other had happened to
her brain—a change of focus so that near things were
indistinct again。 The same thing had happened to her
once before； she remembered； after she had met Ralph in
the gardens of Lincoln’s Inn Fields； she had spent the
whole of a mittee meeting in thinking about sparrows
and colors； until； almost at the end of the meeting；
her old convictions had all e back to her。 But they
had only e back； she thought with scorn at her feebleness；
because she wanted to use them to fight against
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Ralph。 They weren’t； rightly speaking； convictions at all。
She could not see the world divided into separate partments
of good people and bad people； any more than
she could believe so implicitly in the rightness of her
own thought as to wish to bring the population of the
British Isles into agreement with it。 She looked at the
lemoncolored leaflet； and thought almost enviously of
the faith which could find fort in the issue of such
documents； for herself she would be content to remain
silent for ever if a share of personal happiness were
granted her。 She read Mr。 Clacton’s statement with a curious
division of judgment； noting its weak and pompous
verbosity on the one hand； and； at the same time； feeling
that faith； faith in an illusion； perhaps； but； at any
rate； faith in something； was of all gifts the most to be
envied。 An illusion it was； no doubt。 She looked curiously
round her at the furniture of the office； at the machinery
in which she had taken so much pride； and marveled to
think that once the copyingpresses； the cardindex； the
files of documents； had all been shrouded； wrapped in
some mist which gave them a unity and a general dignity
and purpose independently of their separate significance。
The ugly cumbersomeness of the furniture alone impressed
her now。 Her attitude had bee very lax and despondent
when the typewriter stopped in the next room。 Mary
immediately drew up to the table； laid hands on an unopened
envelope； and adopted an expression which might
hide her state of mind from Mrs。 Seal。 Some instinct of
decency required that she should not allow Mrs。 Seal to
see her face。 Shading her eyes with her fingers； she
watched Mrs。 Seal pull out one drawer after another in
her search for some envelope or leaflet。 She was tempted
to drop her fingers and exclaim：
“Do sit down； Sally； and tell me how you manage it—
how you manage； that is； to bustle about with perfect
confidence in the necessity of your own activities； which
to me seem as futile as the buzzing of a belated bluebottle。”
She said nothing of the kind； however； and the
presence of industry which she preserved so long as Mrs。
Seal was in the room served to set her brain in motion；
so that she dispatched her morning’s work much as usual。
At one o’clock she was surprised to find how efficiently
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she had dealt with the morning。 As she put her hat on
she determined to lunch at a shop i