‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. “You fill me with happiness, John. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. "'A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes.
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