She crushed the letter in her hand. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. She hurried with Jack as fast as she could to the open door to the passage. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. Now, do what you please. He had done it.
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