Out of the Past — page 46: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 43 the first hours of yielding to the extreme conditions im- _ posed upon her. Shame and wrong had risen out of the beginnings of her life and claimed her as striped with their stain. Her fervid imagination, at work upon her overwrought mind, saw them stretch their gaunt arms nearer and nearer to her until she would have cried aloud. Her eyes refused the relief of tears. Her figure drooped like a wind-broken flower. The days passed, one like an- other, until their monotony grew to have a voice whisper- ing in the silences, an unnamed companion strangely piteous. A dull prostration took possession of her and the days grew into months. CONNICLOOOKS.: