Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ’
‘That is what you think? Eh bien. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could
withstand that lure. ‘Do you think I do not know? What am I doing here, do you think?’
‘That’s just exactly what I’ve been asking myself,’ he returned. \"He still likes you, I believe. But once he had steered the lady down the hall
and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of
society. Simply because they
are hardened by—by bestiality, and poisoned by the juices of meat slain in anger
and fermented drinks—fancy! drinks that have been swarmed in by thousands
and thousands of horrible little bacteria!”
“It’s yeast,” said Ann Veronica—“a vegetable. "
"Well, for my part," observed Mrs. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. I was rude and stupid.
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