"Has she submitted like Arthur to chance, to the way things happen when one no longer resists?
Is she really contented merely to knit, or is she knitting as a condemned prisoner might knit while he is waiting for the scaffold ?" And while she watched the patient fingers, she added: "One must either conquer or be conquered, and I will never be conquered." It was eight o'clock when she reached New York, and as she drove the short distance to West Twenty-third Street she began to wonder when she should see O'Hara, and what she should say to him.

In the end she decided that she would wait for a chance meeting, that she would let it happen when it would without moving a step or lifting a hand.

Before many days they would be obliged to meet in the yard or the hall, and some obscure, consecrated tradition of sex, some secret strain of her mother's ineradicable feminine instinct, opposed the direct and sensible way.

"As soon as I meet him--and in the end I shall surely meet him--everything will be right," she thought, with her eyes on the streets where the spring multitude of children were swarming.

And from this multitude of children, of young, ardent, and adventurous life, there seemed to emanate a colossal and irresistible will--the will to be, to live, to love, to create, and to conquer.
The taxicab turned swiftly into Twenty-third Street, and while it stopped beside the pavement, she saw that Mrs.Squires was standing, with her arms on the gate, staring into the street.