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When he stopped and turned, angry beyond measure, vexation biting deep lines like aquafortis on his broad, good-natured face.
"That I should have been such a fool -- an infernal blockheaded fool -- " shutting the iron-studded door with a kick and a clang -- "muddleheaded fool -- I'll never touch a drop of whiskey again -- and that jackass, Fred -- why, she's -- " a lady, he would have said, but did not dare admit to himself now that he had thought to ask her in to "wake us up. " "But what did I do? Can't think what annoyed her. Must have been something between her and that tedious old Iden. Quite sure I didn't do or say -- " but still he could not quiet his conscience, for if he had not by deed or word, he knew he had in thought.