That house and garden, her movements and mine, were spied upon by his foreign hirelings, I knew perfectly well.
As I sat down upon the bank at her feet, she turned to me with a sudden passion.

"I am weary of it all!" she cried.

"I am tired of being pent up in this house and garden, and of the watch you keep upon me.

And if I go abroad, it is worse! I hate all those shameless faces that stare at me as if I were in the pillory.

I am pilloried before you all, and I find the experience sufficiently bitter.