I'm _miserable_, mother, and it's some relief to me to say so.

If I could become honourably the wife of Michael Rossiter I'm afraid I should let Suffrage have the go-by.

But as I can't, why this struggle for the vote is the only thing that keeps me going.

I shall fight for it for another ten years, and by that time certain physiological changes may have taken place in me, and my feelings towards Rossiter will have calmed down." (Here Mrs.Warren proceeded to call out rather disharmoniously in Flemish to the poultry woman, and asked why the something-or-other she let the Houdans spoil the seed beds.) _Mrs.Warren_ resuming: "Well it's clear you're your father's daughter.

'E'd 'ave gone on--_did_ go on--in just such a way.