Sentimental indulgence, he felt, was dangerously out of place. She
slipped back, supine, on the bed; and, with short sobs, she cried, "Go!
Go! Go!"
In his room he methodically and thoughtfully assembled the necessities
for his bag; he was arranging mentally the details of his act. Where,
primarily, it affected Fanny and the children, his lawyers could handle
it best; it was the present consequences to himself, the step
immediately before him, that demanded consideration. But his
deliberation was lost in the knowledge that he would go to New York
where, inevitably, he should see Savina. No one could predict what
would determine that; it would unfold, his affair with Savina must
conclude, as it had begun--in obedience to pressures beyond their
control. An increasing excitement flowed over him at the thought of
being with her, possessing her, again. There was no doubt of that in
his mind; he knew that Savina would come to him. She was far more
ruthless in brushing aside artificial barriers, prejudices, than, until
now, he. The figure of William Grove occupied him for a little, but he
seemed insubstantial, not so much a being as a convention to be smashed
in his own house.
Lee Randon decided not to speak again, to say good-bye, to Fanny. It
would only multiply the difficulties of his leaving; she might have
another attack of rage, or--worse--of affection.
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