Now, you know where he is bound. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. The garçon was tipped as he had never been tipped before in his life. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it.
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