‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. At length, the train approached St. This man and he were alike, and about the same age. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand.
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