"It was some time before I could get him to move. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. Eight per cent. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. 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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