money. I've got to live my own life. I'm going to be free. I'm done with this—forever."
Before they could stop her, she had left them. Out in the hall, she caught a glimpse through the open door of the newspaper men still waiting. She sped up the stairs. The light from the Blue Window streamed down on her. Oh, heavenly light, help me now. . . . Oh, Blue Window shine upon my way. . . . I am never coming back. . . . I am never coming back. . . . I am never coming back. . . ."
