She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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