She kissed the folds of her mother's dress passionately, and emerged from the closet, the tears streaming down her face, all the muscles of which were convulsed.

The doctor, who was a young man, with a handsome, rather hard face, glanced at her before even looking at the moaning woman in the bed.

He said something in a low tone to her father, who immediately addressed her.
"Go right into your own room, and stay there until I tell you to come out, Maria," said he, still in that angry voice, which seemed to have no reason in it.

It was the dumb anger of the race against Fate, which included and overran individuals in its way, like Juggernaut.
At her father's voice, Maria gave a hysterical sob and fled.

A sense of injury tore her heart, as well as her anxiety.