The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland.
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