272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. The blood temporarily halted to her brain, Michelle slept peacefully again. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. . ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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