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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

Surdan on one of my committees during the war. When my niece Phyllida was working at that hospital, she befriended the girl—Hilda—; and Mrs. Surdan made this an excuse for introducing herself. I recognized her at once as one of the nameless, efficient women who impose their wills on a committee; earnest and hard-working, but occasionally rather difficult, with their assurance and massed information. One feels that there is no subject on which they will not put one right if one has the temerity to open one’s mouth.
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

Brackenbury admitted. “It was commonly reported that you were keeping Hilda up your sleeve for Will. People told me that it was impossible to walk into a restaurant or theatre without meeting them. You won’t deny that you did rather throw them at each other’s heads?”
“Brackenbury,” I said. “If any one thought it worth while to call me a homicidal maniac, I doubt if I should bother to deny it. . . But are you pleased?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “They seem quite happy; and that’s all that matters.”
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Portrait of Stephen McKenna Stephen McKenna The Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman… (1922)

My dear! . . . I said to myself, “Ann Spenworth, you must keep your head.” For a dozen reasons I wanted to get Will out of London. If Culroyd continued to haunt my house, I was thankful to get Will out of the way, though I cannot imagine that this ever entered Hilda’s little love-lorn head. And an appointment, when we had waited so long! Besides, London is not good for Will’s health. He wakes up with a head-ache and without an appetite—as a matter of course. . . .
I telegraphed as soon as the office opened. Mr. Surdan is a man of business, and the appointment was settled before night.
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