. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction.
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