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‘This idiotic female—’ ‘This imbecile has made me—’ ‘—made me lose my temper, and I—’ ‘—cut him with my dagger, and he is—’ ‘—damn near slit her throat!’ ‘—bleeding like a pig!’ ‘Whoa, whoa!’ stormed the captain, starting forward. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. ‘Very well, then. She jumped up at once, caught up a leather clutch containing notebooks, a fat textbook, and a chocolate-and-yellow-covered pamphlet, and leaped neatly from the carriage, only to discover that the train was slowing down and that she had to traverse the full length of the platform past it again as the result of her precipitation. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them.
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