There's the paragraph. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. 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. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. And the change, the change of attitude! The way all the old clingingness has been thrown aside is amazing.
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