Her voice fell: she was trembling with the recrudescent suffering of this year-long servitude. And for a little Lanyard felt too profoundly moved to trust himself to speak; he stood aghast, staring down at this woman, so intrinsically and gently feminine, so strangely strong and courageous, and vaguely envisaging what anguish must have been hers in enforced association with a creature of Bannon's ruthless stamp, he was rent with compassion and swore to himself he's stand by her and see her through and free and happy if he died for it - or ended in the Sante!
(from The Lone Wolf, by Louis Joseph Vance. I must admit that I could not recall offhand having suffered "recrudescent" suffering, until I looked it up and found that it means "breaking out again" - so I suppose that I have.)
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