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His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. 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. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them, her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. He did it, he said, “to distract his mind. You must let me take you to things—to meetings and things, to conferences and talks.
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