She was nude and horribly maimed. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course.
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