She is not in the least like the descriptions of her. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm. ” He was obviously puzzled. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. Take your pick, Mrs. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop.
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