He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. Sheila bellowed, a great wail of a sound from deep in her belly, flinging her tremendous weight towards him. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. Annabel had been here then. The doctor would naturally offer a hundred objections; he might seriously interfere; so he must be forestalled.
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