Then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady
spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.
And she is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb
through that pattern it strangles so; I think that is why it has so
many heads.
They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns
them upside-down, and makes their eyes white!
If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.
I think that woman gets out in the daytime!
And I ll tell you why privately I ve seen her!
I can see her out of every one of my windows!
It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most
women do not creep by daylight.
I see her on that long shaded lane, creeping up and down. I see her in
those dark grape arbors, creeping all around the garden.
I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a
carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.
I don t blame her a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caught
creeping by daylight!
I always lock the door when I creep by daylight. I can t do it at
night, for I know John would suspect something at once.
And John is so queer now, that I don t want to irritate him. I wish he
would take another room! Besides, I don t want anybody to get that
woman out at night but myself.
I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.
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