A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. I saw him first a few months ago at Mrs. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it.
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