CHAPTER XXIV. My little maidservant will think that I am lost. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. If you had taken your degree, for example. . His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor.
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