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The attachments of home did not appeal to me in this instance; to tell the honest truth, I was extremely well pleased to escape from the place in which my person had been confined for the space of more than twenty-five hours, nearer thirty, I think.
Robbins had come to me like an angel of light, an angel with a flaming sword, who would lead me to fields of glory, and to Hildegarde -- hence, I followed him with an eagerness no words of mine could describe.