“How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime. They were drenched with water and suds. It is positively hateful to think of it. But I will go. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely.
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