It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. You have been to see your sister, of course. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. Shakily, she rose with the sword and drove it through Rhea’s heart. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. "Mr.
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