He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. How will we get there, I’d like to know? We’ve no money. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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