This, however, was something too humiliating, too impossible.

She felt that it was a blow which she could ask no one to share.
The omnibus rolled on eastwards and reached Liverpool Street.

A sudden overwhelming impulse decided Jeanne as to her destination.

She remembered that peculiar sense of freedom, that first escape from her cramped surroundings, which had come to her walking upon the marshes of Salthouse.

She would go there again, if it was only for a day or two; find rooms somewhere in the village, and write to Monsieur Laplanche from there.