’ He made a pretence of rising and making a sortie to the corner to see if anyone was there. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. But I’m going to-day. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. . ’ ‘Damn you, answer me!’ Her eyes flashed. Members of the crowd looked over their shoulders and stared at her through the smoky haze. A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist; a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'.
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