She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. Never did I need a rescue so much. “But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. You are my prisoner, murderer. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. "I've the Bridewell account to settle.
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