Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings.
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