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The Clash

           "There,"hesaid,relievedly,"nowwillyoushutup?"holdinghertightinanirongrip,heletherstruggleandturn,quitereadytoputanendtoherbreathingifnecessary.

           Nowthathehadconqueredher,hecontinuedtoholdhertightly,stoopingbesideherononeknee,listeningandmeditating.Herswassurelyaterriblepassion.Fromsomepointsofviewhecouldnotblameher.Greatwasherprovocation,greatherlove.Heknewherdispositionwellenoughtohaveanticipatedsomethingofthissort.Yetthewretchedness,shame,scandaloftheterribleaffairupsethiscustomaryequilibrium.Tothinkanyoneshouldgivewaytosuchastormasthis!TothinkthatAileenshoulddoit!TothinkthatRitashouldhavebeensomistreated!Itwasnotatallunlikelythatshewasseriouslyinjured,marredforlifepossiblyevenkilled.Thehorrorofthat!Theensuingstormofpublicrage!Atrial!Hiswholecareergoneupinoneterrificexplosionofwoe,anger,death!GreatGod!

           Hecalledthebutlertohimbyanodofhishead,whenthelatter,whohadgoneoutwithRita,hurriedback.

           "Howisshe?"heasked,desperately."Seriouslyhurt?"

           "No,sir;Ithinknot.Ibelieveshe’sjustfainted.She’llbeallrightinalittlewhile,sir.CanIbeofanyservice,sir?"

           OrdinarilyCowperwoodwouldhavesmiledatsuchascene.Nowhewascold,sober.

           "Notnow,"hereplied,withasighofrelief,stillholdingAileenfirmly."Gooutandclosethedoor.

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