"I don't know what to do.
"Take the children and go.

What's the good of waiting?
We'll give you money if you haven't got enough." But Mrs.Hughs did not answer.
"Well ?" said Martin, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Thyme burst out again: "Just go, the very minute your little boy comes back from school.

Hughs 'll never find you.

It 'll serve him right.

No woman ought to put up with what you have; it's simply weakness, Mrs.
Hughs." As though that word had forced its way into her very heart and set the blood free suddenly, Mrs.Hughs' face turned the colour of tomatoes.