" But as no answer was returned to the summons, though it was again, and more peremptorily, repeated, Baptist seized a mallet from a bystander and burst open the door. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. ” “What case?” “A divorce—or something—I don’t know. He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. It’s an instinct. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. “So Mr. E. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat.
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