She looked around the apartment for other people. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. ” “Why couldn’t you do that at home?” “I’m working at the Imperial College. ” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. 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. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. ‘But this is altogether a chance of the luckiest. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil.
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