“I see nothing of my sister,” she said. "In Canton. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. Run along now; but return in half an hour. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. Then she sang. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. "Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger.
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