Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows. I know now that I was mistaken. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. " "That's reasonable. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. The Storm. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger.
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