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” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. The cage has a strong door, with an iron grating at the top, and further secured by a stout bolt and padlock. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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