The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. It was no marriage at all. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. Mr. .
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