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She could tell that he was furious in that instant. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. "You are my prisoner. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. His hands were exploring her once again in the car.
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