She heard the crash of the glass against the wall in the same instant that she saw a circling current — from the curve of his body to the sweep of his arm to the terrible violence of his hand that flung the glass across the room. It was not the conventional gesture meant as a celebration, it was the gesture of a rebellious anger, the vicious gesture which is movement substituted for a scream of pain,
“Ellis ” she whispered, “what’s the matter?”
He turned to look at her. With the same violent suddenness, his eyes were clear, his face was calm; what frightened her was seeing him smile gently. “I’m sorry,’ he said, “Never mind. We’ll try to think that it will last.
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