When I think of it—” “But these are things I want to tell you now!” “I made a little song of it. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. . He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. Always.
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