It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. " "What can be done for him?" cried Thames. "I couldn't bear to see you in it. Please don’t tell anyone, mister.
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