132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. So appalling was the sight, that even the murderers—familiar as they were with scenes of slaughter,—looked aghast at it. But a far greater affliction was in store for her. \"I’ve never been to any of Lincoln’s dances. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that confounds me. I shall always be kind to him; I sha'n't bait him. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. ’ He quirked an eyebrow.
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