" The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. " Neither man spoke. I got a rusty bolt cutter. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails.
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