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It
would
have
been
safer
for
Will
in
the
first
instance
to
have
taken
up
his
hat
and
gone
away
;
but
he
had
felt
no
impulse
to
do
this
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
had
a
horrible
inclination
to
stay
and
shatter
Rosamond
with
his
anger
.
It
seemed
as
impossible
to
bear
the
fatality
she
had
drawn
down
on
him
without
venting
his
fury
as
it
would
be
to
a
panther
to
bear
the
javelin
-
wound
without
springing
and
biting
.
And
yet
—
how
could
he
tell
a
woman
that
he
was
ready
to
curse
her
?
He
was
fuming
under
a
repressive
law
which
he
was
forced
to
acknowledge
:
he
was
dangerously
poised
,
and
Rosamond
’
s
voice
now
brought
the
decisive
vibration
.
In
flute
-
like
tones
of
sarcasm
she
said
—
"
You
can
easily
go
after
Mrs
.
Casaubon
and
explain
your
preference
.
"
"
Go
after
her
!
"
he
burst
out
,
with
a
sharp
edge
in
his
voice
.
"
Do
you
think
she
would
turn
to
look
at
me
,
or
value
any
word
I
ever
uttered
to
her
again
at
more
than
a
dirty
feather
?
—
Explain
!
How
can
a
man
explain
at
the
expense
of
a
woman
?
"
"
You
can
tell
her
what
you
please
,
"
said
Rosamond
with
more
tremor
.
"
Do
you
suppose
she
would
like
me
better
for
sacrificing
you
?
She
is
not
a
woman
to
be
flattered
because
I
made
myself
despicable
—
to
believe
that
I
must
be
true
to
her
because
I
was
a
dastard
to
you
.
"
He
began
to
move
about
with
the
restlessness
of
a
wild
animal
that
sees
prey
but
cannot
reach
it
.
Presently
he
burst
out
again
—
"
I
had
no
hope
before
—
not
much
—
of
anything
better
to
come
.
But
I
had
one
certainty
—
that
she
believed
in
me
.
Whatever
people
had
said
or
done
about
me
,
she
believed
in
me
.
—
That
’
s
gone
!
She
’
ll
never
again
think
me
anything
but
a
paltry
pretence
—
too
nice
to
take
heaven
except
upon
flattering
conditions
,
and
yet
selling
myself
for
any
devil
’
s
change
by
the
sly
.
She
’
ll
think
of
me
as
an
incarnate
insult
to
her
,
from
the
first
moment
we
—
"
Will
stopped
as
if
he
had
found
himself
grasping
something
that
must
not
be
thrown
and
shattered
.
He
found
another
vent
for
his
rage
by
snatching
up
Rosamond
’
s
words
again
,
as
if
they
were
reptiles
to
be
throttled
and
flung
off
.
"
Explain
!
Tell
a
man
to
explain
how
he
dropped
into
hell
!
Explain
my
preference
!
I
never
had
a
PREFERENCE
for
her
,
any
more
than
I
have
a
preference
for
breathing
.
