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He went to bed , but he could not sleep ; he wondered what was the matter with her , and he could not get out of his head the fear that she was ill and hungry ; she would not have written to him unless she were desperate . He was angry with himself for his weakness , but he knew that he would have no peace unless he saw her . Next morning he wrote a letter-card and posted it on his way to the shop . He made it as stiff as he could and said merely that he was sorry she was in difficulties and would come to the address she had given at seven o'clock that evening . It was that of a shabby lodging-house in a sordid street ; and when , sick at the thought of seeing her , he asked whether she was in , a wild hope seized him that she had left . It looked the sort of place people moved in and out of frequently . He had not thought of looking at the postmark on her letter and did not know how many days it had lain in the rack .