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It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. Easily. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. ” It came upon him like a flash. She heard him come in; the light burned on. ” “Quite true,” she answered briskly, “and thanks to you I have succeeded. “Limp,” he answered. 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.
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