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The manager twisted his moustache. She was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had never smelled anyone before. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. The man is a stranger to me. 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. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. ” She said. "What good would it do you to destroy me? For I have courage to kill myself. “Think of the mockery!” she said. ” “But why didn’t you prohibit once for all the whole thing? How dared she tell you that?” “Out of defiance. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good.
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