At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader. “How will you live?” she appealed. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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