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. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. Almost the best of all. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose.
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