He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. 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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