She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. “To-night we are as we have always been. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. Lots of us are like that. “And, after all, I am just one common person!” She watched the throb of the arteries in the stem of her neck, and put her hand at last gently and almost timidly to where her heart beat beneath her breast. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. It’s artificially chance. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an unprotected male. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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