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hell, and the hissing of a thousand snakes of flame And now a crowd of

evil faces pressed on her; they sprang up quick out of the darkness,

and then they left her alone She was outside in the streets It was

twilight, a dreadful twilight; and perhaps it was only a dreaht in dreaown, and

it was open at the neck too She clutched at it to hide--as it she

wanted to hide? She had forgotten--forgotten

But that was nothing, only a dreaht Then as she out here, in the street, in her

night-gown? She must hide herself--anywhere--down that dark alley, quick!

No, not there--there was a bundle--a dead baby

No, no, she knew all about it now; there was a fire, and she had got up

out of her bed to save some one--to save--"Nevill! Nevill!" She ain, and those faces--all looking

at her and wondering They were running too, they were hunting her down,

the brutes, driving her before them with pitchforks The sha? It was about her, What

had she done? She had done nothing--nothing She was bearing the sins of

all women, the sins of the whole world It ords now--sharp burning

swords, and they hurt her back--her head--Nevill!