She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. They blinded me.
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