A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. At once.
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