"That I can't say. . ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. ‘Lawks-a-mussy! It’s Miss Mary. The Times slipped from his fingers. Ah Coom. . ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. And then she would find work.
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