“I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. .
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