human
All these long years Mr. Murray had been shut up in his living tomb. In the course of time his senses had mercifully been given back to him. Two or three times a year Miss Bellamy went to see him, and took him tidings of you and of the outside world. He knew that you were safe and well, and he would not let your young life be blighted by the sad story of his wrongs and sufferings.
gpt
Oh, if some kind friend but told me! exclaimed Eleanor.
human
It was cruel, cruel to keep me in ignorance of what it was my simple right to be told! It was my place, not Miss Bellamy's, to go to see him and comfort him.
gpt
It was at Mr. Murray's own frequently-expressed desire that you were left in ignorance.
human
All those years--all those summers and winters while I was growing up a happy, careless girl, he--my father--was shut up between the terrible walls of a prison. I--I cannot bear to think of it!
gpt
But it is air over now, and in a few hours more you will be with him.
human
And you know him, Gerald! You have seen him and talked with him! No wonder some instinct of the heart bade me love you.