For freedom at least. "You hear that," cried Mrs. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later.
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