Such was my position when the possibility of personating Miss Roseberry first forced itself on my mind.

Impulsively, recklessly--wickedly, if you like--I seized the opportunity, and let you pass me through the German lines under Miss Roseberry's name.

Arrived in England, having had time to reflect, I made my first and last effort to draw back before it was too late.

I went to the Refuge, and stopped on the opposite side of the street, looking at it.

The old hopeless life of irretrievable disgrace confronted me as I fixed my eyes on the familiar door; the horror of returning to that life was more than I could force myself to endure.