中川美香Sunday was my only leisure time. I spent this in a sort of beast-like stupor, between sleep and wake, under some large tree. At times I would rise up, a flash of energetic freedom would dart through my soul, accompanied with a faint beam of hope, that flickered for a moment, and then vanished. I sank down again, mourning over my wretched condition. I was sometimes prompted to take my life, and that of Covey, but was prevented by a combination of hope and fear. My sufferings on this plantation seem now like a dream rather than a stern reality.Then the hawk-eyed person departed, also grumbling, for that story about the damp stuck in his throat.From vision of unutterable joy;【“】It【’】s time to go. Good-bye, Alexandra Semyonovna.【”】中川美香
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