He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. The man lingered. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. ‘You do not like it?’ ‘That is hardly the point. ‘Anyhow, never mind that now.
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