The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. She was faint from
hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood
madness readying for battle. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and
he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the
opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your
brain which is addled. Paintings sold off the
walls. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the
night. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more
likely to weigh upon me than my own. What his head conceived his hand executed. She drank her glass of wine,
however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed
and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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