"Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. " "Never," replied Winifred. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. "No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me.
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