The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say.
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