She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. “On the stage? Yes. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. ” “That’s horrible!” He gasped. It was no wonder, there was no money to buy food for the house. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. ’ ‘Exactement. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside.
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