“We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. " Neither man spoke. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side.
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