It means social isolation—struggle. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. "Stop!" groaned Blueskin. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. Afraid there'll be a love-affair. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. I did all for the best, I'm sure.
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