Her mind tortured itself incessantly with the
fear that some new love had taken possession of him. And now there
had befallen her this new misfortune, which, it might be, would once
more bring about a crisis in her life.
Of course she must forthwith set about finding new work. It would be
difficult, seeing that she had now no reference to give. Reflection
had convinced her that it must have been some discovery of her
former life which had led to her sudden dismissal, and this
increased her despondency. Yet she would not give way to it. On the
following morning she began her search for employment, and day after
day faced without result the hateful ordeal. Hope failed as she saw
her painfully-eked-out coins become fewer and fewer. In a day or two
she would have nothing, and what would happen then?
When she returned to London to begin a new life, now nearly a year
ago, she had sold some and pawned the rest of such possessions as
would in future be useful to her. Part of the money thus obtained
had bought the furniture of her rooms; what remained had gone for a
few months to supplement her weekly wages, thus making the winter
less a time of hardship than it must otherwise have been.
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