’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her mind to other questions. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth.
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