. So this was what it was all about. “Leave them!” He yelled. " Broken pipes littered the floor, if that can be said to be littered, which, in the first instance, was a mass of squalor and filth. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. Yet I shall think of you to-day. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy.
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