You escape them always.

She will be frightened." As she said it she began to cry a little, like a child.
"Nothing will save _me_," she said.

"I shall have to go back, I shall have to go back!" "No, no!" cried Emily.
The girl swept away her tears with the back of a clenched hand.
"At first, when I hated you," she was even petulant and plaintively resentful, "I thought I could let it go on.

I watched, and watched, and bore it.

But the strain was too great.