"I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. . Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. See paragraph 1. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. Jonathan threw open the street-door. And this is not France, you understand. Brendon and Courtlaw who had been watching for her, met her at the door. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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