ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. C. 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.
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