She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. The hurricane had now reached its climax. 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. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade. “I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed.
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