He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself,
wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her
that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that
in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes
on him again. "
"Very true," chuckled Jackson; "very true. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of
black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She danced with two
others. There must be
something we can do. Still
—there you are!”
He paused. Still, it was rather terrible
to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was
possible. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated
professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. Little woman, you have been brave
enough before.
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