E. “What a hypocrite you are. It’s like this: You want freedom. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. I will take her away and make her serve me as my wife. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. He, next, seized the unlucky jailer, and forced him along, while Blueskin expedited his movements by administering a few kicks behind. At least one of them was caught and put away.
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