Too much, perhaps. Whenever you grow
impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. Regardless of the risk he incurred from some heavy stone dropping on his head
or feet,—regardless also of the noise made by the falling rubbish, and of the
imminent danger which he consequently ran of being interrupted by some of the
jailers, should the sound reach their ears, he continued to pull down large masses
of the wall, which he flung upon the floor of the cell. Ennison had
disappeared. This is a case
either of suicide or murder. He would sit in his inner
office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly
conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with
her when he met her face to face. It’s like this: You want freedom. It was such an
unexpected stroke of fortune.
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