“How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side
started putting in overtime. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing
livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at
their back. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely
healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. 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. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her,
whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. ‘No mistaking you this
time. His two wives have been here.
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