I go back about once a year. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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