I resolved that this intolerable state of affairs, of anxiety for Zoe, of misunderstanding for myself, of dread of the future, of a sort of brake on my life as of something holding me back and impeding my happiness and peace of mind ...

all this had to end somehow and soon.

I could not live and go on with things as they were.
We stepped from the bank.

And there, not ten feet away, stood Lamborn.
His mouth became a scrawl, he uttered a growl, he swayed with passion, he moved his hands at his side in a sort of twisting motion.

And I thought: there are Zoe and Dorothy, and I may create a feud against me that will follow me for years ...