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And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic importunity. He did not move. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. Don’t take my word for it though. Their conversation hung. I wished to control the weather, to possess infinite wealth, and to understand the substances of the earth. It’s a damned hard thing to do. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. Here she walked more slowly, looking constantly at the notices in the shop windows. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it.
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