Suddenly Dick listened even sharper and pressed his "ear" to the column of the closed sliding door. Jim cried in blind rage that raised his voice to a formal shriek:
"So you refuse the information, singer! You only use excuses again! I tell you, I whistle for your counter! I'm leaving your house, I'm going to break through somehow!"
He stopped suddenly. Why Dick could not know. All he could hear was the guys sad voice, which sounded plaintive and admonishing and almost imploring:
"Jim, do you really want to go into the street?! Remember that the woman can destroy you, for she saw you then, you foolish cock! Jim, my boy, never will I tolerate you making yourself unhappy! I love you, although you are a cold-hearted sweetie and guard, for the wig that I just threw into the fireplace you carry on your nightly adventures that make me doubt your clear mind."
There was a moment's silence.
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