After Capes had finished the Scotchman’s troubles he went back into the preparation-room. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. His energy began to slip away and she sank her teeth into his fat carotid artery below the piano wire, which had drawn blood from his neck. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. His arm fell to his side. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you.
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