"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. “A sex of blacklegging clients. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. " Something reached down into his heart and twisted it. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. 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. "In the mean time, with your permission, I'll just make a few minutes of our conversation. “It’s okay.
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