11/12 Can you marry him, Bawn? We are old, Bawn, and we have loved you and been good to you. Child, can you say 'Yes ?'" I felt now as though I had known it all the time. I had a queer memory of a room in which a man lay imprisoned, the walls of which came closer and closer every day till they should press him to death. It was a tale I had read somewhere. |