John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. Oh, you cannot escape from it. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace.
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