She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. I didn’t! I didn’t! After all—” For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it was the one desirable thing. I want to do something.
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