Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Ann Veronica stared for a moment in amazement at this dark-green object that clashed as it was put down. He got up. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. At least I can give you a glimmer.
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