My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. Stir a foot, and I strike. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. Look at these walls. .
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