She wanted a roof over her and a warm bed at night.

She wanted a warm bed at night--but a warm bed at night alone.

It was the price she would have to pay for her imposture, that if she had all these things, she could not be alone in the sleep-time.

She had not thought of this in the days when she looked forward to a home with her Gonzales.

To be near him was everything; but that was all dead and done for; and now--it was at this point that, shrinking, she suddenly threw off all restraining thoughts.