But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ’ Fury was in her face. Little did he know that she had begged her parents as a youngster to get her a language tutor. I told you no good would come of it. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break.
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