John said nothing. She disengaged her hands and stood up. ” The brutality of his first astonishment was evaporating. A shiver slid down inside her. " "I am not unprotected," rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one at the window. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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