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"
I
’
ve
waited
long
enough
.
You
come
right
down
to
the
jail
and
get
him
out
!
"
"
Mrs
—
"
"
We
’
re
people
of
considerable
standing
in
America
—
"
Her
mouth
hardened
as
she
continued
.
"
If
it
wasn
’
t
for
the
scandal
we
can
—
I
shall
see
that
your
indifference
to
this
matter
is
reported
in
the
proper
quarter
.
If
my
brother
-
in
-
law
were
a
British
citizen
he
’
d
have
been
free
hours
ago
,
but
you
’
re
more
concerned
with
what
the
police
will
think
than
about
what
you
’
re
here
for
.
"
"
Mrs
.
—
"
"
You
put
on
your
hat
and
come
with
me
right
away
.
"
The
mention
of
his
hat
alarmed
the
Consul
who
began
to
clean
his
spectacles
hurriedly
and
to
ruffle
his
papers
.
This
proved
of
no
avail
:
the
American
Woman
,
aroused
,
stood
over
him
;
the
clean
-
sweeping
irrational
temper
that
had
broken
the
moral
back
of
a
race
and
made
a
nursery
out
of
a
continent
,
was
too
much
for
him
.
He
rang
for
the
vice
-
consul
—
Baby
had
won
.
Dick
sat
in
the
sunshine
that
fell
profusely
through
the
guard
-
room
window
.
Collis
was
with
him
and
two
carabinieri
,
and
they
were
waiting
for
something
to
happen
.
With
the
narrowed
vision
of
his
one
eye
Dick
could
see
the
carabinieri
;
they
were
Tuscan
peasants
with
short
upper
lips
and
he
found
it
difficult
to
associate
them
with
the
brutality
of
last
night
.
He
sent
one
of
them
to
fetch
him
a
glass
of
beer
.
The
beer
made
him
light
-
headed
and
the
episode
was
momentarily
illumined
by
a
ray
of
sardonic
humor
.
Collis
was
under
the
impression
that
the
English
girl
had
something
to
do
with
the
catastrophe
,
but
Dick
was
sure
she
had
disappeared
long
before
it
happened
.
Collis
was
still
absorbed
by
the
fact
that
Miss
Warren
had
found
him
naked
on
his
bed
.
Dick
’
s
rage
had
retreated
into
him
a
little
and
he
felt
a
vast
criminal
irresponsibility
.
What
had
happened
to
him
was
so
awful
that
nothing
could
make
any
difference
unless
he
could
choke
it
to
death
,
and
,
as
this
was
unlikely
,
he
was
hopeless
.
He
would
be
a
different
person
henceforward
,
and
in
his
raw
state
he
had
bizarre
feelings
of
what
the
new
self
would
be
.
The
matter
had
about
it
the
impersonal
quality
of
an
act
of
God
.
No
mature
Aryan
is
able
to
profit
by
a
humiliation
;
when
he
forgives
it
has
become
part
of
his
life
,
he
has
identified
himself
with
the
thing
which
has
humiliated
him
—
an
upshot
that
in
this
case
was
impossible
.
