I can be that man, the one I know you want. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. "Under the table. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. "The geisha and the sing-song girl are professional entertainers. His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it.
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