“Think of the mockery!” she said. Here, Caliban, attend to the door, and keep the wicket locked till I return. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. No doubt there’s some little mistake. He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise.
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