[Mrs. Warren’s Daughter by Sir Harry Johnston]@TWC D-Link bookMrs. Warren’s Daughter CHAPTER XV 37/46
But it was at any rate clean.
She had not the cockroaches, bugs, fleas and lice that the earliest Suffragists of 1908 had to complain of. Five years of outspoken protests on the part of educated, delicate-minded women had wrought great reforms in our prisons--the need for which till then was not apparent to the perceptions of Visiting Magistrates. The food was better, the wardresses were less harsh, the chaplains a little more endurable, though still the worst feature in the prison personnel, with their unreasoning Bibliolatry, their contemptuous patronage, their lack of Christian pity--Christ had never spoken to _them_, Vivie often thought--their snobbishness.
The chaplain of her imprisonment became quite chummy when he learnt that she had been a Third Wrangler at Cambridge, knew Lady Feenix, and had lived in Kensington prior to committing the offences for which she was imprisoned.
However this helped to alleviate her dreary seclusion from the world as he occasionally dropped fragments of news as to what was going on outside, and he got her books through the prison library that were not evangelical pap. One day when she had been in prison two months she had a great surprise--a visit from her mother.
Strictly speaking this was only to last fifteen minutes, but the wardress who had conceived a liking for her intimated that she wouldn't look too closely at her watch. Honoria came too--with Mrs.Warren--but after kissing her friend and leaving some beautiful flowers (which the wardress took away at once with pretended sternness and brought back in a vase after the visitors had left) Honoria with glistening eyes and a smile that was all tremulous sweetness, intimated that Mrs.Warren had so much to say that she, Honoria, was not going to stay more than that _one_ minute. Mrs.Warren had indeed so much to impart in the precious half hour that it was one long gabbled monologue. "When I heard you'd got into trouble, my darling, I _was_ put about. Some'ow I'd never thought of your being pinched and acshally sent to prison.
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