It’s all nonsense. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. ‘If you had told him that I would rather die than see him, he would not have come. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. You never can go back. ” “It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner. "Swear that you will do this," she cried.
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