CHAPTER IXE
VELINA, actuated by human motives which she could not analyse, made concession to Theophilus. She would stay at The Grange and receive her unwelcome guests. Remote as Theophilus might be from her scheme of life, he yet stood, a concrete, immovable figure, as master in his own house.
Years ago, in pursuit of Human Welfare, she had interviewed the Governor of Dartmoor. Theophilus, accompanying her, had been taken round the prison, while she, inwardly raging at the i***t disabilities of s*x which forbade her from penetrating further than the Governor’s library, collected second-hand information. Yet, one thing had moved her, as it must move any human being who, in that land of desolation, comes to the prison gates and reads the more than century-old inscription above them: “Parc
