She's my mealticket. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into
surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. When you don’t
have any fingers left, I take a toe. . And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. The
benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps,
had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to
the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were
broken and scattered about in all directions.
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