She could not look at him through an interval that
seemed to her a vast gulf of time. "No matter how much I tell
of myself, I shall always keep something back. Wood, who looks after
her comforts, and visits her constantly. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. Men had tried to kiss her—
unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to
escape. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the
silence became oppressive. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. “And this is Mr. Capes had the gift of easy, unaffected writing, coupled with very clear and
logical thinking, and to follow his written thought gave her the sensation of
cutting things with a perfectly new, perfectly sharp knife. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that
the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight.
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