Wild has made up his mind, and, when that's the case, all the persuasion on earth won't turn him. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. She could no longer wait.
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