" "Probably Mr. I’d only get a pack of lies in reply. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. ” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. Good riddance. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. And you, Austin; and you Langley, I say the same thing to you. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. You go home and live on the G.
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