While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. " Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside.
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