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Ida made no effort to free herself from the grasp of the man who was holding her under cover of the darkness. She had not the least fear of hurt or violence; she was too bewildered to think coherently at all. Anything was better than that dreadful house with its poisonous atmosphere, than the rags and filth and the moral condition with which these unfortunate children were surrounded.
"You are not afraid of me?" the voice said.