Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. It creaked slightly. She was, she guessed, close to the library. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. To them all I am nothing. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. “They’re all doing great. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. We’ll have some buttered toast. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. Bête, she told herself fiercely.
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