She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. "He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. I did not reckon upon—him.
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