“Who is it?” asked a man’s voice sharply. Kate felt her way along the wall, and was just beginning to hope she was not going to be followed, when her foot made a scraping sound, and the figure emerged from the doorway. “Is that you, Mrs. Davis?” The tone and accent surprised Kate, even in her alarm. Her ears had become very much attuned to the border inflections in these two days: or why should a man’s voice in the dark, simply because it lacked those inflections sound like Colin Kemp’s? She did not reply. The man took a step towards her, and hastily turning she caught her shin against the bathtub full of potatoes. She saved herself from falling by putting out a hand and grazing it badly on the house wall. It was painful, but not so painful as her shin. Like most people who bark their shins, she became instantly at enmity with all mankind, and when, standing on one leg and clasping her agonised shin tightly in her hands, she found a torch being played over her, it seemed like the last insult to misfortune.
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