I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. Now tell them why. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. She had heard the trader utter it many times. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings.
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