There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. It was his purpose to complete four or five stories before he sent any away. 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. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough.
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