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The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. “Who did you live with before the Becks? I hear things. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. . But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. Turning, she heaved at the bottom door and slammed it in his face just as he came leaping forward to grab her. To begin with, he struck her as being the most variable person she had ever encountered. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. Melusine turned to look at the walls, and saw, immediately opposite, set between two candelabra above a marquetry side table, a gilded mirror. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. “Are we cool?” Michelle asked her. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy.
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