” An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these words. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her.
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