Marthe has told me that the house comes to my mother, Ma—ry Re—men—ham. She is in Wild's power. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. "I alone am to blame.
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