There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. “I will tell you something if you like. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently.
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