“And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. ’ She shook her head sadly. That is why I came to London. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. Looking for something, or someone, probably. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. His smile faded. 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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