In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. I hate what I am. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. "One whom you may perhaps have forgotten," replied the stranger, "but who can never forget the kindness he experienced at your hands, or at those of your excellent husband. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people.
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