“You’re exactly as I
remember you!”
“Forever fifteen, remember?” She stepped closer to
him into the light of the television screen. Then it was the
woman herself who was changed. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a
moment. What will you give me to save
you from your pursuers?"
"Can you do so?" asked the other, doubtfully. But, as he made no answer, he was removed. He never finished his sentence. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her
making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there
would be no returning.
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