But are we any more free?” “Well?” “I mean we’ve long strings to tether us, but we are bound all the same. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her.
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