She fell into another depression, refusing to touch Sebastian or call him husband when he demanded it. ” “It is an accident,” he answered. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. I could not have committed this robbery. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. Beneath that tree let us lie. The lad looked alarmed. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. ‘This journey I do not like,’ she said more loudly. This is your choice.
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