What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. Men are against her. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her.
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