His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. She was like an angel with one wing. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup.
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