The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. ” “Where do you go?” “Oh!—Alps. ” “I had to,” she repeated. ” “Thousands of women have married merely for freedom,” said Miss Miniver.
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