’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. 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. " This sally occasioned a general laugh. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. E. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. ” Every one became tremendously animated when they heard that Ann Veronica had failed them because she had been, as she expressed it, “locked in.
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