All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. ” She breathed relief.
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