There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. She hastened past. It was a simple wish. It was among artistic people. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. It needs cultivating, I think. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't mind it. I hate this part of the world. "They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed.
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