She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. I had no idea. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. The wounded man had descended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it; but, finding it impossible to force his way further, he turned to confront his assailants. But he didn’t marry her. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things.
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