She was never permitted to be alone . There were no more solitary walks . She felt herself under the surveillance of cold , unsympathetic eyes every moment and her very soul writhed . Joscelyn Morgan , the high-spirited daughter of high-spirited parents , could not long submit to such treatment . It might have passed with a child ; to a woman , thrilling with life and conscious power to her very fingertips , it was galling beyond measure . Joscelyn rebelled , but she did nothing secretly ... that was not her nature . She wrote to her Aunt Annice , and when she received her reply she went straight and fearlessly to her grandparents with it . `` Grandfather , this letter is from my aunt . She wishes me to go and live with her and prepare for the stage . I told her I wished to do so . I am going . '' Cyrus and Deborah looked at her in mute dismay . `` I know you despise the profession of an actress , '' the girl went on with heightened colour . `` I am sorry you think so about it because it is the only one open to me . I must go ... I must . '' `` Yes , you must , '' said Cyrus cruelly . `` It 's in your blood ... your bad blood , girl . '' `` My blood is n't bad , '' cried Joscelyn proudly . `` My mother was a sweet , true , good woman . You are unjust , Grandfather .
But I do n't want you to be angry XXXXX me .
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