"But, let that pass. “I killed him. 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. Well, it had to happen somewhen. It is putting all my dreams out of joint. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money. You Americans laugh at our custom of honouring our ancestors, our many-times great grandfathers. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. She had just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked command halted her. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue.
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