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These
considerations
,
which
had
been
with
him
every
yard
of
the
way
from
London
,
reached
a
climax
of
irony
as
he
was
drawn
into
the
crowd
on
the
pier
.
It
did
not
soften
his
feelings
to
remember
that
,
but
for
her
lack
of
forethought
,
he
might
,
at
this
harsh
end
of
the
stormy
May
day
,
have
been
sitting
before
his
club
fire
in
London
instead
of
shivering
in
the
damp
human
herd
on
the
pier
.
Admitting
the
sex
’
s
traditional
right
to
change
,
she
might
at
least
have
advised
him
of
hers
by
telegraphing
directly
to
his
rooms
.
But
in
spite
of
their
exchange
of
letters
she
had
apparently
failed
to
note
his
address
,
and
a
breathless
emissary
had
rushed
from
the
Embassy
to
pitch
her
telegram
into
his
compartment
as
the
train
was
moving
from
the
station
.
Yes
,
he
had
given
her
chance
enough
to
learn
where
he
lived
;
and
this
minor
proof
of
her
indifference
became
,
as
he
jammed
his
way
through
the
crowd
,
the
main
point
of
his
grievance
against
her
and
of
his
derision
of
himself
.
Half
way
down
the
pier
the
prod
of
an
umbrella
increased
his
exasperation
by
rousing
him
to
the
fact
that
it
was
raining
.
Instantly
the
narrow
ledge
became
a
battle
-
ground
of
thrusting
,
slanting
,
parrying
domes
.
The
wind
rose
with
the
rain
,
and
the
harried
wretches
exposed
to
this
double
assault
wreaked
on
their
neighbours
the
vengeance
they
could
not
take
on
the
elements
.
Darrow
,
whose
healthy
enjoyment
of
life
made
him
in
general
a
good
traveller
,
tolerant
of
agglutinated
humanity
,
felt
himself
obscurely
outraged
by
these
promiscuous
contacts
.
It
was
as
though
all
the
people
about
him
had
taken
his
measure
and
known
his
plight
;
as
though
they
were
contemptuously
bumping
and
shoving
him
like
the
inconsiderable
thing
he
had
become
.
“
She
doesn
’
t
want
you
,
doesn
’
t
want
you
,
doesn
’
t
want
you
,
”
their
umbrellas
and
their
elbows
seemed
to
say
.
He
had
rashly
vowed
,
when
the
telegram
was
flung
into
his
window
:
“
At
any
rate
I
won
’
t
turn
back
”
—
as
though
it
might
cause
the
sender
a
malicious
joy
to
have
him
retrace
his
steps
rather
than
keep
on
to
Paris
!
Now
he
perceived
the
absurdity
of
the
vow
,
and
thanked
his
stars
that
he
need
not
plunge
,
to
no
purpose
,
into
the
fury
of
waves
outside
the
harbour
.
With
this
thought
in
his
mind
he
turned
back
to
look
for
his
porter
;
but
the
contiguity
of
dripping
umbrellas
made
signalling
impossible
and
,
perceiving
that
he
had
lost
sight
of
the
man
,
he
scrambled
up
again
to
the
platform
.
As
he
reached
it
,
a
descending
umbrella
caught
him
in
the
collar
-
bone
;
and
the
next
moment
,
bent
sideways
by
the
wind
,
it
turned
inside
out
and
soared
up
,
kite
-
wise
,
at
the
end
of
a
helpless
female
arm
.
Darrow
caught
the
umbrella
,
lowered
its
inverted
ribs
,
and
looked
up
at
the
face
it
exposed
to
him
.
“
Wait
a
minute
,
”
he
said
;
“
you
can
’
t
stay
here
.
”
As
he
spoke
,
a
surge
of
the
crowd
drove
the
owner
of
the
umbrella
abruptly
down
on
him
.
Darrow
steadied
her
with
extended
arms
,
and
regaining
her
footing
she
cried
out
:
“
Oh
,
dear
,
oh
,
dear
!
It
’
s
in
ribbons
!
”
