She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. " "Are you Mr. " The clock tinkled ten. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. You do not understand, and you would like to.
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