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Lance alternately paced his little room or dropped in a chair and pressed his head between his hands. Filled with black rage and jealousy, he was in that state when a man is unable to think consecutively, yet retains sense enough to see that he must think if he is to help himself. Hence the agonizing struggle for control.
Suddenly he stopped pacing. He thought of something that brought a saner light into his eyes. He immediately set about tidying himself, washing the blood off his hands and painting his knuckles with collodion to keep them from bleeding afresh.