Then the inner door opened abruptly. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans.
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