“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any
one of my sort ever gets to prayer. He seemed
wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and
continued his search as ardently as before. "You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. "Confusion!"
he cried; "something has happened. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. I begin to
understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all
the rest of it. Maggot. I require
nothing, you see, till my share of the contract is fulfilled. She refused to eat. It jars with all my ideas. "
Mr. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a
flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously.
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