She was frightened of the streets, but in a particular way, not as if of a danger but as if of a contamination.

Yet she didn't fly back to her mountains because at bottom she had an indomitable character, a peasant tenacity of purpose, predatory instincts.

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No, we didn't remain long enough with Mr.Blunt to see even as much as her back glide out of the house on her prayerful errand.