“What can one say?” she exclaimed. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. The door closed softly upon her. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf.
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