I should have gone mad without it. You’re a lady all right and tight, and nothing anyone does can take that away from you. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient. “So, just how many foster homes were you in before the coming to live here?” “You don’t want to hear about all of that, Michelle. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. She felt herself getting into a corner. Anna, with her marvellous capacity for enjoyment, ate cakes and laughed, and forgot that she had had tea an hour or so ago at an A. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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