Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. “Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. It was fastened inside. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising.
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