So often as she had herself
manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her
chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted
at the front door and the shouting intensified. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in
bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and
whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of
furniture. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet
them. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were
something grisly.
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