She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. With such qualifications as she possessed, two chief channels of employment lay open, and neither attracted her, neither seemed really to offer a conclusive escape from that subjection to mankind against which, in the person of her father, she was rebelling. If I'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened. Really they are the most beautiful things in the world. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be.
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