You deal with her. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. I’m damaged goods. It seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it.
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