“I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. Then she went below.
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