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Updated: June 4, 2025
With some difficult, and at the serious risk of his jugular, he mounted them, and found himself, as Miranda had stated, in a place he knew very well. Once here he allowed no grass to grow under his feet; and, in five minutes after, to his great delight, he found himself where he had never hoped to be again in the serene moonlight and the open air, fetterless and free.
I'll never give you up while you care for me like this. If we ever part, the parting shall be your doing, not mine." "My doing mine?" he laughed aloud in his incredulity and happiness. "The days of miracles are over, belle amie, but a summer breeze could more easily uproot these oaks than that. And lest you should think yourself fetterless and free, I will bind you at once."
For they had become more or less unconscious of their misery, so miserable were they: like the man in Byron's "Prisoner of Chillon," who, when his deliverers came, was quiet indifferent, for he says: "It was at length the same to me Fettered or fetterless to be: I had learned to love Despair." 'Oh my God, she went, covering her face a moment, 'how dleadful!
Then as a dernier resort, he tried another bribe the glorious one of liberty, the one he knew would conquer me, and it did. He promised me freedom if I married him, I might go out into the great unknown world, fetterless and free; and I, O! fool that I was! consented.
The climate as balmy as that of distant Avalon; the fetterless, idyllic round of enchanted days; the life among this indolent, romantic people a life full of music, flowers, and low laughter; the influence of the imminent sea and mountains, and the many shapes of love and magic and beauty that bloomed in the white tropic nights with all he was more than content. Also, there was Paula Brannigan.
Victorious over the stony limitations of dungeon walls and dungeon discipline, fetterless imagination soared into the kingdom of beauty, and fed her lonely soul, as Syrian ravens fed God's prophet. Fourteen months had passed since Mr.
"At first awoke the strange, smooth wind-notes of the opening adagio; the fetterless chains of ice seemed to close around my heart. The movement had no blandness in its solemnity; and so still and shiftless was the grouping of the harmonies, that a frigidity, actual as well as ideal, passed over my pores and hushed my pulses.
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