She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. 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. "If you talk as long as an Old Bailey counsel, you'll not alter my determination. ‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. ” She said. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance.
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