“I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. He uttered a short laugh. The back windows of the houses (where any such existed) were strongly barricaded, and kept constantly shut; and the fortress was, furthermore, defended by high walls and deep ditches in those quarters where it appeared most exposed. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. B. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood.
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