"The end is the most beautiful in English literature. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. "I'm armed; you are not. These things illuminated her situation extremely. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this.
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