Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. My janizaries are without. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket.
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