There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. I wished to control the weather, to possess infinite wealth, and to understand the substances of the earth. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. He roused curiosities.
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