A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. How you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie. It was not the type of household where one could come and go at all hours, for this she was glad. Her desires were not for riches. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her.
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