Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. There was nothing to be learned from her face. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. “You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him except—concerning those things which are past?” “Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. Wagstaff. Wood, in indignant surprise.
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