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The Clash

           "Aileen!"Then,gettingnoresponse,andthescreamscontinuing,heturnedangrily.

           "Standback!"heexclaimedtoSohlberg,whowasmoaninghelplessly."Getmeachair,getmeatableanything."Thebutlerrantoobey,butbeforehecouldreturnCowperwoodhadfoundanimplement."Here!"hesaid,seizingalong,thin,heavilycarvedandheavilywroughtoakchairwhichstoodattheheadofthestairsonthelanding.Hewhirleditvigorouslyoverhishead.Smash!Thesoundroselouderthanthescreamsinside.

           Smash!Thechaircreakedandalmostbroke,butthedoordidnotgive.

           Smash!Thechairbrokeandthedoorflewopen.HehadknockedthelocklooseandhadleapedintowhereAileen,kneelingoverRitaonthefloor,waschokingandbeatingherintoinsensibility.Likeananimalhewasuponher.

           "Aileen,"heshouted,fiercely,inahoarse,ugly,gutturalvoice,"youfool!Youidiotletgo!Whatthedevil’sthematterwithyou?Whatareyoutryingtodo?Haveyoulostyourmind?youcrazyidiot!"

           Heseizedherstronghandsandrippedthemapart.Hefairlydraggedherback,halftwistingandhalfthrowingheroverhisknee,loosingherclutchinghold.Shewassoinsanelyfuriousthatshestillstruggledandcried,saying:"Letmeather!Letmeather!I’llteachher!Don’tyoutrytoholdme,youdog!I’llshowyou,too,youbruteoh—"

           "Pickupthatwoman,"calledCowperwood,firmly,toSohlbergandthebutler,whohadentered.

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