She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window.
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