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Meanwhile there was the snow and the low arch of dun vapor--there was

the stifling oppression of that gentlewo

was done for her and none asked for her aid--where the sense of

connection with a nant existence had to be kept up

painfully as an inward vision, instead of coies-- "What shall I do?" "Whatever you

please, my dear:" that had been her brief history since she had left

off learningsilly rhythms on the hated

piano Marriage, which was to bring guidance into worthy and

ientlewoman's

oppressive liberty: it had not even filled her leisure with the

ru full-pulsed youth

stood there in a moral imprisonment which made itself one with the

chill, colorless, narrowed landscape, with the shrunken furniture, the

never-read books, and the ghostly stag in a pale fantastic world that

seeht

In the firstbut the

dreary oppression; then ca away from

theshe walked round the roo in her mind when she first saw this room nearly three ed thes All existence seeious faith was a solitary cry,

the struggle out of a night away fro in the room was