’ ‘Eh bien. Somehow. Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. What would happen when confronted by the actual? He was young; she was also young and physically beautiful—his lawful wife. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. He not only failed in making any impression, but seemed to increase the difficulties, for after an hour's toil he had broken the nail and slightly bent the iron bar. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. ’ And with that he went off to the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon hardly touched.
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