“I’ll go. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. 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. Sydney was watching her eagerly. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. Think of those days in Paris.
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