She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “I have signed a statement that I shot myself; bad trade and drink, both true—both true. She stepped into his arms. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. She confided in me yesterday.
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