There was a crack, boards splintered, but the door held together. I punched again. This time there were two snaps, the board cracking, but my fist sha...tered too. My fingers were a ruin and my knuckles dripped blood.I heard Mr. Woodhouse begin a slow cant. Deep magical energies flowed into the room.I punched again, and a rivet burst free from one of the iron bands that held the door together. Specks of my own blood splashed and hit my face. It seemed near to failing, the heavy door. A few more. But as the winter nights of January began to lengthen again,and the kicking of my baby become more than occasional, I began to writeanother poem: a love poem.These verses I showed to no one, save only my husband. I wrotelongingly of Julia Caesari, the woman who was the father of my child,the woman I could never have.My husband was an adoring man, very sensible and sage, and he did notbegrudge me these few lines. To be writing again, listening to my ownMuse and not that of Cornelius, was a. More

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