Mr.Stenson turned to Julian.
"Will you go on with Miss Abbeway ?" he begged.

"I will catch up with you on the marshes.

I want to have just a word with Furley." Julian and his companion crossed the country road and passed through the gate opposite on to the rude track which led down almost to the sea.
"You are very interested in English labour questions, Miss Abbeway," he remarked, "considering that you are only half an Englishwoman." "It isn't only the English labouring classes in whom I am interested," she replied impatiently.

"It is the cause of the people throughout the whole of the world which in my small way I preach." "Your own country," he continued, a little diffidently, "is scarcely a good advertisement for the cause of social reform." Her tone trembled with indignation as she answered him.
"My own country," she said, "has suffered for so many centuries from such terrible oppression that the reaction was bound, in its first stages, to produce nothing but chaos.

Automatically, all that seems to you unreasonable, wicked even, in a way, horrible--will in the course of time disappear.