It was a mad half-hour. ‘Did you sigh and flutter your eyelashes?’ ‘Certainly I did. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. And then her pace slackened. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. “I’ve been looking out for you,” he said. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play.
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