There are no funerals among the poor, only
burials. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the
egotism of his own passionate love. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom
dame. " There was another pause. This time she tried to kill me with a
dagger. How she learned of her heritage I do not know, but you need not
imagine that it is greed that drives her. She
shuddered as his naked body pressed against her. Speedily recovering
himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. All the sombre visions she
had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier
and crushed her.
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