I have not that letter now, or I would show it to you.

In my raging disappointment I tore it up on the place where I received it, and threw the pieces away.

I had staked my whole future on one desperate throw and I had lost.

If I had had a pistol--" I stopped, warned by an uneasy movement on the part of the man I addressed, that I had better not dilate too much upon my feelings.
Indeed, I had forgotten to whom I was talking.

I realised nothing, thought of nothing but the misery I was describing.