"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. Gosse would have killed me, and perhaps in the fight I might kill him. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. " "Oh, no!" Ruth protested. “Michelle said that your mom was a suspect because she ran away, visited some boyfriend of hers and then ran off into the night. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. 6. 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.
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