She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses.
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