A discreet husband
would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his
wife. ’
Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. ” She said,
searching for her brassiere under his bed. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness. She had seen for
herself right up in the bedroom window with her
binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night,
right with her own eyes. She snapped out of her blissful state and looked at
him squarely in the eyes. Practically. You
could walk the city streets and with every blink you could
take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart
would weep for it. \"
She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy
who she had borrowed the pencil from. ‘In fact, I’ve never met anyone who
goaded me to so much violence. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl.
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