The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. "You mustn't talk any more; the excitement isn't good for you. ” His eyes were burning. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. I'll have a peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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