For a minute she reflected, sternly facing the new day, choking down the bitterness she felt against him.
She lay quite still in the kitchen bed, holding herself rigidly away from Robert whose coughing and restlessness had fitfully broken the night. The wind, pouring across the North Sea, struck freezingly through the cracks which old subsidences had opened in the two-roomed house. When Martha awoke it was still dark and bitter cold.
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