He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity of despair. One gets drawn into things. She had called the police on them anonymously. David left this afternoon. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their shoulders the burdens of other people.
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