It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. Stanley determined to improve the occasion. Taking the wind was her business in life. Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey stopped him. ‘It is pretty.
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