"He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. “I’ve gotta go. “My child, I do not wish. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done.
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