At a private asylum in the west of England there lives and has lived for someyears past an unfortunate lady as to whom there has long since ceased to beany hope... » 

At a private asylum in the west of England there lives and has lived for someyears past an unfortunate lady as to whom there has long since ceased to beany hope that she should ever live elsewhere. Indeed there is no one leftbelonging to her by whom the indulgence of such a hope on her behalf could becherished. Friends she has none and her own condition is such that she recksnothing of confinement and does not even sigh for release. And yet her mind isever at work as is doubtless always the case with the insane. She has presentto her apparently in every waking moment of her existence an object ofintense interest and at that she works with a constancy which never weariesherself however fatiguing it may be to those who are near her. She is everjustifying some past action of her life. An eye for an eye she says and atooth for a tooth. Is it not the law? And these words she will repeat dailyalmost from morn till night. «