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"
Anything
?
"
she
said
.
In
reason
,
I
said
.
"
Mr
.
Singleton
told
you
to
?
"
No
.
This
is
from
me
.
"
I
just
want
to
be
set
free
,
"
she
said
.
I
couldn
’
t
get
her
to
say
anything
more
.
It
was
horrible
,
she
suddenly
wouldn
’
t
speak
,
so
I
had
to
leave
her
.
She
wouldn
’
t
speak
again
at
lunch
.
I
cooked
the
lunch
in
the
outer
cellar
and
took
it
in
.
But
hardly
any
of
it
was
eaten
.
She
tried
to
bluff
her
way
out
again
,
cold
as
ice
she
was
,
but
I
wasn
’
t
having
any
.
That
evening
after
her
supper
,
which
she
likewise
didn
’
t
eat
much
,
I
went
and
sat
by
the
door
.
For
some
time
she
sat
smoking
,
with
her
eyes
shut
,
as
if
the
sight
of
me
tired
her
eyes
.
"
I
’
ve
been
thinking
.
All
you
’
ve
told
me
about
Mr
.
Singleton
is
a
story
.
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
He
’
s
just
not
that
sort
of
man
,
for
one
thing
.
And
if
he
was
,
he
wouldn
’
t
have
you
working
for
him
.
He
wouldn
’
t
have
made
all
these
fantastic
preparations
.
"
I
didn
’
t
say
anything
,
I
couldn
’
t
look
at
her
.
"
You
’
ve
gone
to
a
lot
of
trouble
.
All
those
clothes
in
there
,
all
these
art
books
.
I
added
up
their
cost
this
afternoon
.
Forty
-
three
pounds
.
"
It
was
like
she
was
talking
to
herself
.
"
I
’
m
your
prisoner
,
but
you
want
me
to
be
a
happy
prisoner
.
So
there
are
two
possibilities
:
you
’
re
holding
me
to
ransom
,
you
’
re
in
a
gang
or
something
.
"
