Day after day, the narrator watches the wallpaper, and she realizes that there is a figure, "like a woman, stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern." At first, she hates the wallpaper and its horrible color, pattern, and smell. She associates it with illness and decay and death. As she becomes more and more unhappy in her attic prison, a place with bars on the windows, a bed nailed to the floor, and a gate at the top of the...
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