She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. ‘I don’t know that I dare. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me.
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