She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. That’s why I chucked Manning. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood.
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