You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. ” Her eyes glinted, macabre. . She herself had cut the slender tie that had bound them. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. ’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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