That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. ’ ‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. " Then he became merciful.
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