ks. I kno lies upon a river—er, t, overturned punt tted as ual mockery, it seems to me, of my confinement; but I like to sit upon it, gazing at t ters edge. I remember tory, of t  and er of a king. I so find a c, not to keep it!—but to take its place in t and leave it at Briar to groo be me. I ten of t claim me.

    t is o fancies.  and at t and at my o, for many  a time. And in t t covers t crescent, to  t of secrets.

    But I am inside t, and long to get out. . .

    I am seventeen  and a promise and tory of a gullible girl wo .