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” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. 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. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. "He must have gone this way," muttered Blueskin. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see what the racket was about. Then she called a hansom and drove home. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. . The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. " "'Sblood!" cried Jackson, rising, "I can't sit still and hear Mr.
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