I—listen. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. ” He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her onto the flat surface of the picnic bench. ” He replied. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. I like such interviews.
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