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He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. “Okay. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness.
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