One who steals. For freedom at least. Quite right. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.
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