Nocturne by Frank Swinnerton
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freedom.
"Oh, I can't stand it!" she said bitterly. "I shall go mad! And Em taking it all in, and ready to have Alf's foot on her neck for life. And Alf ready to have Em chained to his foot for life. The fools! Why, I wouldn't ... not even to Keith.... No, I wouldn't.... Fancy being boxed up and pretending I liked it--just because other people say they like it. Do as you're told. Do like other people. All be the same--a sticky mass of silly fools doing as they're told! All for a bit of bread, because somebody's bagged the flour for ever! And what's the good of it? If it was any good--but it's no good at all! And they go on doing it because they're cowards! Cowards, that's what they all are. Well, I'm not like that!" Exhausted, Jenny sat down again; but she could not keep still. Her feet would not remain quietly in the place she, as the governing intelligence, commanded. They too were rebels, nervous rebels, controlled by forces still stronger than the governing intelligence. She felt trapped, impotent, as though her hands were tied; as though only her whirling thoughts were unfettered. Again she took up the hat, but her hands so trembled that she could not hold the needle steady. It made fierce jabs into the hat. Stormily unhappy, she once more threw the work down. Her lips trembled. She burst into bitter tears, sobbing as though her heart were breaking. Her whole body was shaken with the deep and passionate sobs that echoed her despair. iv Presently, when she grew calmer, Jenny wiped her eyes, her face quite |
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