She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Surely he was imagining this picture. You will never be happy with this hanging over you. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. "Is that all? Then learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation.
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