‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’
Her eyes flew open. She wanted to return his gaze but focused
intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as
her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of
looking directly at the audience. Behind every one of
these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. She was in one of her old
walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a
wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked
down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful
frescos. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the
devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. "Besides, lad, even an advertisement of a cough-drop is
something to read.
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