And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Wood, softening her asperity. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency.
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