The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. I am one of those people who are interested in women, more interested than I am in anything else.
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