Anna left the room on tiptoe. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame. Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle. At second hand it would be unendurable.
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