He returned the locket without comment. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. “If you were to ask me,” he would say, “I should say Blinders is straight. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit.
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