\"Thank you. “Is that plain?” she asked. “Think how dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. The girl’s eyes never left his face. " "Well," replied her son; "and you spurn the proposal. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. But I will never—never return. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies.
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