She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the
sense of being held helplessly off her feet. She
glanced at him. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. She turned out the electric light and gained the hall. ”
The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee
things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing
wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’
He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. You shall behold him. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she
took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing
them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an
acceptable friend to accompany her.
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