If so I shall have to leave. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace.
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