“He says they are only subject when they choose to be—temporarily.”
“Yes. Isabella, have you seen Regan often in all these years?”
“Oh! yes, very often!” answered she, paying no heed to me or my question, absorbed, as ever, with some idea about Regan.
“Duped, duped!”—that hammer-like voice in my ears again!
“I am so troubled, Roy; he has cut off their wings from ten—”
“What!”
“Yes, he thought they would recover; but they—they—”
“Died?”
“No! I wish they had! They languished awhile, and then they fell upon the ground only to look more and more miserable! Finally, to end their misery, he—”
Isabella began to weep bitterly.