” Again on his way homeward from Cavendish Square he abandoned the direct route to pass by the door of Anna’s flat. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. 4. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1. 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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