On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. It resembled
Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New
Orleans. From what she could tell, he truly had
convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she
knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as
she knew John’s would. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. \" She waved. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief. "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone
who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh,
you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye.
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