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           Iaskedhimafterwards,lastnight.Andheagreed.Ihaven’tgottowaitthewholeweek.

           He’sgoneintoLewestobuymorethingsfortheroom.We’regoingtohaveacelebrationsupper.

           He’sbeenmuchnicer,theselasttwodays.

           I’mnotgoingtolosemyheadandtryandrushoutatthefirstchance.He’llwatchme,Iknow.Ican’timaginewhathe’lldo.Thewindowwillbeboardedandhe’lllockthedoor.Butthere’llbewaysofseeingdaylight.Soonerorlaterthere’llbeachance(ifhedoesn’tletmegoofhisownaccord)torunforit.

           ButIknowitwillbeonlyonechance.Ifhecaughtmeescapinghe’dputmestraightbackdownhere.

           Soitmustbeareallygoodchance.Asureone.

           ItellmyselfImustpreparefortheworst.

           Butsomethingabouthimmakesmefeelthatthistimehewilldowhathehassaid.

           I’vecaughthiscold.Itdoesn’tmatter.

           OhmyGodmyGodIcouldkillmyself.

           He’sgoingtokillmewithdespair.

           I’mstilldownhere.Henevermeantit.

           Hewantstotakephotographs.That’shissecret.Hewantstotakemyclothesoffand...ohGodIneverknewtillnowwhatloathingwas.

           Hesaidunspeakablethingstome.Iwasastreet-woman,Iaskedforwhathesuggested.

           Iwentmadwithrage.Ithrewabottleofinkathim.

           HesaidthatifIdidn’tdoithe’dstopmehavingbathsorgoingoutinthecellar.I’llbehereallthetime.

           Thehatebetweenus.Itcameseethingout.

           I’vecaughthiswretchedcold.Ican’tthinkstraight.