She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. "He's about to cross the river. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. She is English! I am sure of that. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands.
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