I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. ” “What!” he asked; “not a kiss?” She affected not to hear. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word.
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