Then instinct took over. He had meant to come at his business in a
roundabout way, but for that little slip. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the
whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion
seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon
the threshold. He seldom spoke,
and drank with a persistence that was sinister. He was standing
by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was
packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small
casket from him. “Are we cool?” Michelle asked her. His energy began to slip away and she sank her teeth
into his fat carotid artery below the piano wire, which had
drawn blood from his neck. “Quite unusually
cold for the time of year,” he said.
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