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           Itookintheletteragainandshereaditthistime,atleastitwastornup,soshetouchedit.Itriedeverything:Ispokegentle,IpretendedIwasangry,bitter,Ibeggedher,butitwasallnouse.Mostlyshejustsatwithherbacktomeasifshedidn’thearme.Igotspecialthingslikecontinentalchocolate,caviare,thebestfoodmoneycouldbuy(inLewes)butitwasnevertouched.

           Iwasbeginningtogetreallyworried.ButthenonemorningwhenIwentinshewasstandingbyherbedwithherbacktome;however,sheturnedassoonasIcameinandsaidgoodmorning.Butinafunnytone.Fullofspite.

           Goodmorning.Isaid.It’snicetohearyourvoiceagain.

           "Isit?Itwon’tbe.You’llwishyouneverheardit."

           Thatremainstobeseen,Ianswered.

           "I’mgoingtokillyou.Irealizeyou’dletmestarvetodeath.Justthethingyouwoulddo."

           IsupposeIneverbroughtyouanyfoodtheselastdays?

           Shecouldn’tanswerthatone,shejuststartedatmeintheoldstyle.

           "You’renotkeepingmeprisoneranymore.You’rekeepingdeathprisoner."

           Havesomebreakfastanyhow,Isaid.

           Well,fromthattimeonsheatenormally,butitwasn’tlikebefore.Shehardlyspoke,ifshediditwasalwayssharpandsarcastic,shewassobad-temperedtherewasnostayingwithher.IfIwasevertheremorethanaminutewhenitwasn’tnecessarysheusedtospitatmetogetout.