“I’ve tried to make words tell it. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. It felt too good. The old aspect of the place was gone. Below it a prodigiously large bolt was shot into the socket, and, in order to keep it there, was fastened by a hasp, and further protected by an immense padlock. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. All that is jolly and as it should be. Threw it out. In a sense it alters nothing. We think if we just defy the friends we have and go out into the world everything will become easy and splendid.
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