Then Jim retorted hoarsely, apparently shaken with profound repugnance:
"Oh, I'm sick of it all! Again you threaten me with Dick! Who is a singer and a guy may be left undecided. I - - I'm sorry for myself, because I'm guiltless in a suspicion that you could dissipate in one word! Woman, - I suspect the truth, - - and that is the most terrible thing in all of this, because I must be silent - - I must! Nevertheless, I will not let up on pursuing these dark things!"
A soft, sad laugh followed, and the cocks mild voice said, half sobbing:
"I threw the unfortunate Serpent Head of Medusa into the fire! Leave me alone, Jim, I can not endure even more excitement! But one thing always comes to mind: Dick will take you to the penitentiary! You stole the counter of poor Shannon! And if it comes to the worst, Jim, I'll live up to my threat: you're mentally abnormal, you're in an asylum, and I'd rather see you in a lunatic as in a convict cell!"
... A door was smashed into the lock with a loud crash, and the guard, the secret member, felt a shiver of quiet horror at this dreadful scene, as if he himself were Jim, the monster, the cunning guy and singer.
Sun Apr 21 18:12:55 2019