Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. "I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. She felt much better. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. But perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. His struggles were so violent, that, being a man of tremendous strength, it was some time before they could master him, and it required the combined efforts of all the four partners to put him into irons.
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