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Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will. Here a little delay occurred. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind,
that this was really the man. ”
“Who was annoyed?”
“Mr. To compare me to a starving pig. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going
out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. "
"I have no people—anybody who would care. ” She replied. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves,
Ferringhall,” he remarked. The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman—Sally Wells, who was
afterwards lagged for shoplifting.
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