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| 2 | 64 | I was angry with View more quotes about myself">myself. |
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| 2 | 61 | "She, of all of them, I loved most," he said, turning away, crossing the room. |
| 2 | 62 | He appeared to be affected keenly, shaken. |
| 2 | 63 | I wanted to feel no sympathy with him, yet I found that I could not help it. |
| 2 | 64 | I was angry with myself. |
| 2 | 65 | He had deserted my mother and me, had he not? And what was it now that he felt some regret? And how was it that he had spoken so innocently of "all of them," whoever they might be? I did not want to find out. |
| 2 | 66 | Yet, somehow, in spite of these things, I found that I wanted to cross the room, to put my hand on his arm, to touch him. |
| 2 | 67 | I felt somehow a kinship with him, with this stranger and his sorrow. |