Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. 9. "It's like enough, I dare say," rejoined Sheppard. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. Run along now; but return in half an hour. 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. "Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't smoking allowed in the dining room?" "It probably is," answered Prudence, "but that in no wise mitigates the odiousness of the procedure. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. She turned up dead after about eight weeks and it broke my heart. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek.
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