His job as a
painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. I am carrying back a hundred new books and forty new records for the
piano-player. Three a week is my allowance, and,
if I get short ones, four. I didn’t
believe him and I said so. She would
never, never go back. He had nothing to guide
him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on
the side of the building. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this
man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position
of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have
his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. ToC
Jonathan Wild, meanwhile, had quitted the house. Hopefully. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh
and blood afore long. As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another.
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