“I must live, you know. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings.
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