He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. . The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. Deep silences came between them. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back.
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