’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. It forbids—all sorts of things. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence.
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