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His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. 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. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing.
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