So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors.
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