“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. 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. She will cry for days and nights together. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. 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. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. I don’t conceal it. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours.
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