She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. She expanded that. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed.
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