The things we do!

She held up her fingers against the light, and the
blood in them, the soul in them, showed pink and clean between.
Slowly she pushed down the patchwork silk. There lay her splendid
limbs and body. Yes, it was she, it was herself, her own. Yes,
she would live, she would succeed, she would win! All of which, of
course, meant to her but one thing--escape.
A knock came at the door, really for the third time, although for
the first time heard. Old Sally entered, bearing her tray, with
coffee.
"Now you lay right still whah you is, Ma'am," she began. "You-all
wants a li'l bit o' coffee. Then I'll bring you up some real
breakfus'--how you like yuah aigs? Ma'am, you suttinly is lookin'
fine dis mawnin'. I'll fetch you yuah tub o' watah right soon now."
In spite of herself Josephine found herself unable to resist
interest in these proceedings. After all, her prison was not to be
without its comforts. She hoped the eggs would be more than two.
The old serving woman slowly moved about here and there in the
apartment, intent upon duties of her own.


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