I never could. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. She held up the lamp. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Drawing the pay of life and then not living. . . She has not been accused of any crime. “I feared we might have a fog.
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