The Red Room

In the course of the tale, i had mentioned mister lloyd as having come to see me after the fit. And mindful of helen's warnings against the indulgence of resentment, i infused into the narrative far less of gall and wormwood than ordinary. I never forgot the, to me, frightful episode of the red room, in detailing which my excitement was sure in some degree to break bounds. For nothing could soften, in my reflection, the spasm of agony which clutched my heart when missus reed, spurned my wild supplication for pardon and locked me a second time in the dark and haunted chamber. As she resumed it, i heard her sigh low

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