No— no, it must never be. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step.
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