They blinded me. Mr. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. But after that it was easy. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. It was the first day you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. “Yes, John. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like.
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