You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. 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. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers.
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