Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. Perhaps you will explain the state of panic into which I seem to have thrown you.
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