. Russian portraits . side of him asked if they mightannounce that he was there, to which he answereda most emphatic No. When Lansbury had finished speaking, therewas an appeal for money for the Cause. Itwas interesting to watch the steady rain of coins,and very touching were the pennies of the buried his face in his hat for protection. After that we went away, and a gangway wasmade for us, and all along the whisper went of Kameneff, and the faces that looked at uswere radiant as though they beheld a saviour. We took a taxi and drove to Hampton Court,and went into the park, to ge
. Russian portraits . side of him asked if they mightannounce that he was there, to which he answereda most emphatic No. When Lansbury had finished speaking, therewas an appeal for money for the Cause. Itwas interesting to watch the steady rain of coins,and very touching were the pennies of the buried his face in his hat for protection. After that we went away, and a gangway wasmade for us, and all along the whisper went of Kameneff, and the faces that looked at uswere radiant as though they beheld a saviour. We took a taxi and drove to Hampton Court,and went into the park, to get away from theSunday crowd. We sat on Kameneffs coat onthe grass in the middle of an open space, and theair was heavy and the sun fitful, as though astorm impended. The distant elms were heavygreen, and there was a great stillness and calm. We talked about the meeting, and of themagnetism of a crowd. He noticed my suppressedexcitement, for I had blood to the head ! If wehad been rushed to the platform, I could have20. X. r.■f. : • SE^fi ,-jar ■L d^Hi 1 el 1 V3 RUSSIAN PORTRAITS spoken to the people, I am sure that I said that he had been terribly moved to speak,and that it had been a great effort to hold back. We talked and talked, and then some raindrops forced us to get up and return to the Mitrehotel for dinner. After dinner, the weathercleared, and we had a lovely hour and a half in aboat on the river. There was a three-quartermoon, and the water reflected the pink lightsfrom the Chinese lanterns of the the garden of Hampton Court, rose upwhat seemed to be a giant cypress tree, silhouettedagainst the dusk, and the reflection of it doubledits height. It was like something in Italy. Irowed the boat, which I loved doing, and Kameneffhummed Volga boatman-songs. Or else we brokeback into discussions, and then he forgot that hewas steering, and we had several slight collisions,and narrow escapes from more serious ones ! It was a very successful eve
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