At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. She was now permitted freely to study the face. “She has been to my flat before. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. Saviour's Stairs. . I wonder if he really wants me to go home. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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