‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger. 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. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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