Chapter 37

In that moment, I think, she touched bottom: the waters of Retribution passed over her head: Dominick had spiked her last gun: she could not even turn it upon herself. Arrived at the head of the meadow, she sat herself down. “Tell me of yourself,” she said dully. “I want to know how you live.” The man told her faithfully a cheerful, prosperous tale. His life was full and amusing. If it was also hard, he hid the fact. He made good money, would soon have paid for his cab. Foul weather was trying, but brought much gri…