Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. ’ She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the window Gerald had unshuttered. It’s 180 endearing.
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