Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. Dump popped his head into the cage. ‘You kissed me that you might make me find it for you instead?’ ‘I had no such intention. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement.
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