” “I thought I explained—” “I don’t think you can have heard me,” said her father; “I have told you to come home. “Not much. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. I ate only enough to keep body and soul together. They sucked face and felt each other up, or something. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush.
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