Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible. The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. "Come! I see the storm has blown over," cried Winifred, brightening up.
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