“I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. “But, dear, think! He is your father. Even if you didn’t know it. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. But are we any more free?” “Well?” “I mean we’ve long strings to tether us, but we are bound all the same.
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