”
“Much better,” she agreed. If a
cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was
impossible. “I must read him when I come out. What are you going to tell me?"
"Nothing. Every slight action is influenced
by what he imagines would be the opinion of other people. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew
dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. "
"My dear," said the hospitable carpenter, "I dare say Mr. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to
guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. ”
“A—what?” Anna asked. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and
terrifying sensation. ”
He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. Fast
asleep, he is. "
"Irons—heavy irons—night and day.
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