"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. 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. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. I mystify you; I can see that.
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