I
bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig,
and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. Also she had tried him as a dragoman and as a gendarme,
which seemed the most suitable of all to his severely handsome, immobile
profile. "
"Ay, but it is strange how much it resembles somebody for whom it's not
intended. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly
selfish. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’
Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was
bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. Could you pull over? She asked.
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