What was absolutely impossible was that before he had setted something at Cocker's he should go either to Twindle or to Brickwood.
The logic of this, in turn, for herself, was that she could lend herself to no settlement so long as she so intensely knew.

What she knew was that he was, almost under peril of life, clenched in a situation: therefore how could she also know where a poor girl in the P.O.

might really stand?
It was more and more between them that if he might convey to her he was free, with all the impossible locked away into a closed chapter, her own case might become different for her, she might understand and meet him and listen.

But he could convey nothing of the sort, and he only fidgeted and floundered in his want of power.

The chapter wasn't in the least closed, not for the other party; and the other party had a pull, somehow and somewhere: this his whole attitude and expression confessed, at the same time that they entreated her not to remember and not to mind.