And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy.
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