“Your mother was a Gypsy. “Well,” she admitted. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be
heard. She
arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. The only departure which he made from the
fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be
induced to wear. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. But he's witty and amusing, and when reasonably
drunk he can play the piano like a Paderewski. Their chit-chat stopped when they
reached the bench. And
when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts
began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he
anticipated hers. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. He entered
it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he
stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. The
boy’s besotted. The ink, contained in
a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as
it touched the paper. She sat down
awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her
face with her hands.
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