"I beg pardon," he said. ’ She struggled. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. " "It is," answered Wood. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. 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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