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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. She came to
London, and tried several things without any success. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. Ann Veronica said nothing. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco
had remarried. He'd never forgive you. You understand me, I’m sure. Besides, you've secrets which must not be disclosed. Then came the javelin-men,
walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same
order. "
"Oh! let me die," groaned the widow.
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