There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being.
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